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“Crap,” I said, accidentally grinding the gear when I slipped into third. “Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. Considering you don’t drive, you’re doing an okay job.”
My cheeks grew warm with his small compliment. My nerves were getting the best of me, and I was holding back a severe panic attack. The only reason I was even doing this was because I felt like I owed him.
He said he hadn’t attacked the guy because of me. He said it was because the guy cut him, which didn’t make any sense. After all, the knife didn’t come out until after Aiken had confronted the guy.
The point was, he had been there for me and even went as far as getting cut. No one took up for me—not even my brother. It was different, and I liked it. Driving him to get a needle, some thread, alcohol, and some bandages was the least I could do.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
“Positive. Hospitals kill people. I have too much hell left to raise.”
He grinned over at me, and it was a genuine grin—not a sarcastic, angry one. Again, my cheeks heated, and I looked away.
“Are you blushing again?”
I shook my head. “I’m just nervous.”
Again, I ground the gears, and this time he reached out and settled a hand over mine. “Relax. It’s not like I’m over here bleeding to death.” My eyes grew wide, and he laughed. “For real. Just chill. It’s not the end of the world. You need to learn to relax.”
I looked over at him briefly and nodded my head.
I would try to loosen up.
We pulled up to Wal-Mart a few minutes later, and I left him in the car while I ran inside. I grabbed everything I would need to stitch a knife wound.
I could hardly believe this was my life. Living in Georgia with a mother who no longer knew I existed. A brother who was doing God knew what. I went to wild parties where fights broke out, and people got stabbed and cut. And I was rushing through a store to get the things I needed to stitch someone up.
Who was I?
I ran through the self-check-out and back out to the car. When I climbed inside, he was lying back, his head resting on the headrest, and his eyes closed.
“Are you still alive?” I asked.
“I’m breathing. Get everything you need?”
“Yes. Should I do it here since you’re bleeding, or do you want to go back to your place?”
He rolled his head on the back of the headrest and grinned over at me. “I’ve had girls ask to go back to my place many times, but never so they could sew me up.”
With the way he looked, I was sure he was telling the truth.
“Funny,” I said sarcastically. “Seriously. What do you want to do?”
“Can’t see shit here. We might as well go back to my place.”
I nodded, pulling my damp hair up into a messy bun before pushing in the clutch and cranking the car.
It was easier driving back. I was getting the feel of Crow’s car, and I felt comfortable with Aiken in the car with me. I had a feeling he could drive anything with an engine, which meant if something happened and I had to pull over, he could take over. Bleeding or not.
There were fewer cars parked out front when we got back to his place. I followed him inside, scanning for Zada when I entered, but not finding her.
“This way,” he said.
We went into his bedroom, and he flipped on the light before going straight to his bed to lie down.
“Shut the door.”
