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“When was the last time you saw them?” He asks. “Talked to them on the phone?”
“I don’t know, Reiss! What’s with the interrogation, huh?”
He chucks his helmet against the concrete of the garage floor. “There’s something going on with you. You aren’t acting like yourself. You’ve barely been on the track, you are constantly on your phone… Come to think of it, it’s almost like you are avoiding me.”
I scoff. “I’m not avoiding you. I’m here, Reiss.”
He looks down at my leg that I’m not putting weight on, “Is it your leg again?”
It’s my parents.
It’s my leg.
It’syourlittle sister.
“Yeah, maybe.” I sigh. “I’m gonna get it checked.”
He stares at me before giving me a smirk. “No you won’t.”
I shake my head in defeat, “I’m gonna have to.”
“Gonna have to do what?” I hear Lincoln say as she walks in with the skimpiest bikini top on I’ve ever seen.
“Get his leg checked,” Reiss says, causing Lincoln’s stare to turn into more of a hateful glare.
“I thought you went to see Dr. Marlow,” she snaps. “You dirty little liar.”
“Oh, no.” Reiss sighs. “We’ve awoken the monster.”
“You promised you’d get it looked at!” She yells. “Now look at you, you can’t even put weight on it.”
“No,” I drawl. “I promised I’d rest it. I never agreed to go to the doctor.”
She shakes her head, “You are ridiculous, Colson. Go to the damn doctor.”
I shake my head in agreement, “Yeah, I will.”
Looking at me and then back to Reiss, she sighs, “I’m taking you.”
She swipes her car keys off the counter along with a Bane Racing t-shirt that she pulls over her head. “Come on, I've got a few hours before I have to go to work.”
I give Reiss a look that says “save me” but he just laughs. “You did this to yourself, you made her go over her hip.”
I groan, following Lincoln outside. “I can drive, baby Bane. I don’t need you chauffeuring me around.”
She looks down at my leg, “You’re limping.”
I blow out a deep breath, sliding into the passenger seat. She follows suit and when she shuts the door she doesn’t immediately pull out of the driveway.
“You didn’t talk to him, did you?” she asks.
It pains me, but I look over to her apologetically.
“You slept in my bed, Colson. We have to tell him.”
I shake my head, “I know, I know we do. I’m just not sure how to even bring it up, but I promise I will.”
“I can’t hide this from him,” she says, her voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t keep lying to him. It feels wrong.”
