So, I raised my voice, “Everything went fine. Great even. There were no food fights. Nothing got thrown at me. I didn’t trip on anything. I didn’t spill any of my drinks on anyone,” Yes, all that has happened at Denny’s. “That was until I noticed a waitress lowering her top as we were leaving to flirt with Red and Marcus.”
“I was glaring at her as I was walking…” I stopped talking.
He snickered, “Oh shit.”
I closed my eyes, dropped my head, and then muttered, “And didn’t see the door. The closed glass door.”
That was when he started howling with laughter, once he was able to speak a few words, I made out, “Your forehead, okay?”
I bit my lip, “Umm, you might get a bill from the hospital.”
That stopped him from laughing immediately. “The fuck do you mean? Hospital? What do you mean?”
“Well, it wasn’t my forehead this time that took the damage, it was my nose… and… it kind of got broken.”
He was silent.
Ever so silent.
And then… I had to jerk the phone from my ear from his cackling.
No, cackling was the wrong term, he was howling with laughter.
Then I heard, “Brother, what the fuck is going on up here?”
That was the Pres of the club, Snake.
I heard my dad say, “My daughter.”
Snake then, “Fuck. Is she okay?”
My dad, “Yeah, she’s fine.”
Snake chuckled, “You going to tell us the story?”
My dad, the faithful man that he was, “Nah, she asked to keep this private.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I whispered.
Tiredly, I rolled over in bed and checked the time.
Holy shit. I was going to be late.
That was when I remembered, Lydia told me to take the next couple of days off.
And with that, I tagged the bottle of water sitting on my nightstand and then popped a pain pill.
Just as I covered myself up to go back to sleep, my phone pinged with a text.
Marcus –How are you feeling?
So not me doing a happy dance in the middle of my bed. Definitely not me.
Me –In pain, but thankfully, feeling okay.
Nor was I smiling from ear to ear.
Yeah, I was a freaking liar. Through and through.