“Just fine. Cara fine is a bad word to use.” If you think about it the word fine is more of an excuse word. It just fills in when you don’t know what to really say. Which to men really bothers them because they want to think fine means either I’m going to be mad or I’m not okay and please fix it. Yikes and all I mean really was that I was fine, okay. Kim was the one who interrupted my inner battle.
“She’ll be okay; this was my last stop before I’m done for the night. I can stay with her.” Jordan went into the bathroom and Kim started to undo my bandages. “Are you going to the bathroom next to wash up?”
I hadn’t put any thought into it, but I probably should. “Yes, is that going to be a problem?”
“Nope, I just won’t put any ointment on you, just make sure to use the soap you had from yesterday for your injuries. Let’s get all these bandages off you then.” She carefully undid the bandages. The marks itched once the wraps came off.
“Are they supposed to itch so much?” All I could think about was scratching them.
“Yes and no. The ointment is supposed to help them heal and well the healing process caused them the scab which is normal. Just wash them and when you’re done I will make sure Sharon knows to put on more ointment and re-wrap them.” Kim takes her time but allows another nurse whom I have not met to enter the room. She allows this nurse to draw my blood again. I don’t get her name all I see on her tag is P-E-T oh well.
“Cara, I’m going to draw your blood. Are you okay with that?” I liked her, she was sweet with her blond hair and brown eyes. When she smiled I couldn’t help but smile with her. Her voice was different; I could tell she had a foreign accent. When she’s done, Kim and I just sit in silence. Jordan then walks out of the bathroom moments later. He looks very pleased.
JORDAN
I fucking needed a hot shower. I used the soap the nurse told me to and carefully washed around my stitches. I’m going to have one hell of a scar, but at the cost of having Cara here with me. What scar? Shit, it’s so worth it. I’m hard headed I know it because my muscles seemed to relax in the shower.
Hurts like a bitch to bend and turn, but as long as I go slow I can deal with it. When I walked out of the bathroom Kim was sitting with Cara.
“Let me redress your stitches, Cara you can go clean up now.” Cara stands and slowly walks to me. I grab her arm and pull her in for a kiss. She always tastes sweet, like honey, and I need this.
When I pull away her eyes light up. That right there is heaven. If all it takes is for me to kiss her to see that spark, her desire, shit I’ll do it. I’d spend every day, many times a day, kissing the shit out of her to make her happy.
“Don’t take too long.” She gives me a warm smile and enters the bathroom.
I take my spot on the bed. Kim put on gloves and checks my stitches. “Well you’re a surprise. None of your stitches are pulled, the area is thoroughly clean. I’ll put some ointment on it to help with the healing and place on the bandage then you’ll be good to go. You seem like a great boyfriend.” She starts adding the ointment and I twitch not because it hurts that shit’s cold.
“Thanks, Cara’s worth the effort,” I tell her, but why I don’t know.
“You do know she isn’t having an allergic reaction to the medication she was given, but a negative one. She’s going to have some minor emotional issues on top of the anxiety she deals with.” Why is she telling me all of this?
“Okay, I guess that's good to know.” She places the bandage on me.
“Anyways time for me to go. I will let Sharon know to check in on Cara once she’s done.” Then I watch her leave and shut the door. The room is quiet and peaceful. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here and be back in my own house and to sleep on my bed.
While I wait for Cara I flip channels on the TV trying to find something. I begin to think about the things that have recently happened. I end up going into work mode. I can’t help it, its a part of my DNA.
Saturday morning Cara was taken and the computers for the company went absolutely crazy. Sunday, we found her, computers were no longer crazy. Wednesday morning I woke up and got Cara out of that hell hole.
Shit, I need to call Peter and see what the fallout is from that damn nurse locking up Cara. If he isn’t going to handle the situation properly then I will. Today is Thursday, it's around 6:00 pm and feels like it should be much later.
I continue searching the TV for something and find a movie to watch. Anything is better than nothing. The door to the hospital room opens and I’m expecting the other nurse. Instead in walks Niki. She’s caring a bear and a few balloons.
“JT, I just found out you were in the hospital. Oh. My. God. Jordan, what happened?” There is concern written all over Niki’s face. I don’t know who told her I was in the hospital, but I really don’t want her here.
“Niki, why are you here?” I’m confused and worried about Cara seeing her here. I told her I wanted nothing to do with her.
“JT, I came to check on you, see if you needed anything. I got you a get well gift.” The smile she gives me anger me as she sets the gift on the stand next to the bed. “What happened? How did you get hurt?” I don’t understand why she seems to care. I told her off the night we found out I wasn’t the father to her daughter.
Niki moves closer to me and reaches out to touch me. I move quickly, too quickly and I ball up one of my fits. My movement pulled at my stomach and side. This shit fucking hurts now.
“You need to leave.” I’m furious with her.
“JT, I’m worried about you. Someone needs to be here to help you.” Just then Cara walks out of the bathroom. Niki turns to the sound and at first I catch shock on her face. Now all I see is something else that I can’t place.
“Why is she here?” Niki spits out as I watch all the color drain from Cara’s face. She looks to have seen a ghost and then goes running into the bathroom. I instantly reach the call button for the nurse. I can hear Cara in the bathroom. I can’t tell if she’s sick or not. I want to go to her, but when I moved earlier I’m afraid I might have pulled my stitches.
“Why is Cara here, Jordan?” Niki asks her voice now soft and sweet. Not exactly how she said it before. I could have sworn she was shocked to see Cara.
“You need to leave,” I tell her as Sharon walks into the room. She looks from Niki to me and I just point to the bathroom and she disappears.
CARA
“Hey darling, you feeling sick?” Sharon walked into the bathroom and shuts the door.
“Nothing’s coming up. I don’t feel so good. I was fine and then when I walked out of the bathroom…” I gag a few more time with nothing coming up.
“Does this have anything to do with that blond out there?” I look up at Sharon. I don’t know how to explain it. One second I’m fine and the minute I see Niki my stomach flips on me.
“I’m not sure, I think so. I don’t know.” Something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know if it’s the medicine I was given, my nerves or what. My guts telling me this is wrong.
“I got you, Ms. Cara, come on up to your feet. You need rest.” Sharon helps me up and wipes my tears with her hands. “Ms. Cara remember you are kind, smart, and important. You don’t worry that pretty little head of yours” We walk out of the bathroom. Niki is extremely close to Jordan and I really don’t like it.
“Miss, I’m sorry to tell you, but you need to leave. They both need some rest and Cara isn’t feeling good. “Sharon walks me to the bed next to Jordan after forcing Niki out of her way.
“Visiting hours aren’t over yet and I need to talk with Jordan. Doesn’t Cara have her own room?” Instantly I want to throw something at her. I try to take in a few deep breaths, but I can’t. I only cause myself the hiccups.
“Miss, you need to leave. I’m cutting off their visitors and it is none of your concern as to where Cara is placed. That’s my job. If you can’t leave willingly then I can get security to escort you out.” I haven’t sat down on the bed yet.
I’m leaning towards the bed with my head down.
I can’t look at Jordan right now. All I will see is them and all I will remember is that they had time together. He was with her, intimate with her and Jordan could have fathered her child. My chest hurts and feels heavy. The hiccups aren’t helping and I start to cry. I really don’t want Niki to see me cry.
“Fine, I’m leaving, but Jordan we need to talk.” Niki states and I can hear her close the door after she leaves.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you sit down.” I sit and can see Jordan out of the corner of my eye. He looks worried. “I’ll be back in a little while to bandage you up, I think the doctor wanted to come in and talk to you both.”
CHAPTER NINE
Niki
What the hell was Cara doing in his room? I’m so pissed off as I walk to the elevator. I try not to scream. I’ve already had my fit when I found out that the man stealing whore was still alive. I can’t even believe she looks so good in her condition as she does. That wasn’t part of our deal. That fucking idiot didn’t live up to his part of the bargain. He was supposed to cause her immense suffering.
I want to scream and can’t get off this elevator fast enough. I don’t think it would look good if I screamed in public. I should just go back up to that room and kiss Jordan. Then I can walk into the bathroom and smash her face into the mirror.
There are a few other people on the elevator with me. I don’t care that I giggle. I don’t even care when some turn to look at me. Smashing Cara’s face into the mirror’s a funny idea.
I was lucky that I was visiting Jessica to overhear what had happened while Ryan was there. No one seems to pay much attention to me. Which makes learning everything so much easier.
He was talking with Nate about Travis. He fucking killed him. I’m not surprised that he got himself killed. On a small level I should probably be mad at Ryan for killing Travis. I let out a sigh. I’m not though. I never had any feelings for him. He was my personal little puppet. Okay and one good sex toy.
I laugh and try to contain it. He was nowhere on the sexual playing field as Jordan. That man is a God in bed. I had told Travis this all had to be planned out perfectly. No, he had to jump ahead of schedule. He wouldn’t listen to me anymore, but then I kind of wanted him to be vengeful.
I get to my car and unlock it. Once inside I punch the steering wheel. I need to take care of Ms. Cara. She needs to give up my man. She can’t keep him. I won’t let that happen. I know he still has feelings for me.
Travis promised me that Cara would be hurt if not dead. He was to torture her and defile her. I’ll have to play nice to find out what he did do to her. I’ll have to break her so she leaves Jordan. It’s the only way I know he will come back to me because he must be fighting with his feelings. That has to be the only reason he’s not with me.
I mean I had set that house up for Travis with the right tools to get the damn job done. I used the hate Travis had to fuel my own needs and wants for Jordan. He’s supposed to be mine. His attention is supposed to be on me and only me.
When I came back I was sure that Isabella was Jordan’s. How could I have been so stupid? I should have aborted her when I had thought that she might not belong to him. How could I have been that stupid? I wanted so much for her to belong to Jordan. I thought she looked so much like him.
I was supposed to be the main woman in his life. Me not her. He’s supposed to spend the rest of his life with me. We had plans to be together. Now that bitch is in my way.
First it was Hanna. She’s as dumb as a box of rocks. It was easy to get Travis to play with her pitiful heart strings. I just told him to follow my lead. I mean hell I’ve had him wrapped around my… I laugh again at how easy that was.
My phone rings.
“Hello, mother.” Perfect timing, I say to myself with lots of sarcasm.
“Are you picking up Isabella soon?” This is a bad time for me to have my daughter. I shiver in disgust.
“Mom right now isn’t a good time. Travis left me. Could you please keep her for the night?” I make sure I’m sweet when I talk to her. I know how to work my mother.
“I figured as much. You need to start being more of her mother. Are you taking your meds?” Damn her for being nosy.
“No mother we talked about this. I don’t like how they make me feel.” She knows this answer. I feel like a zombie on those pills I don’t care what that doctor told me. I’m not crazy.
“Nicole Ann Marie, you know what the doctor said. We’re not supporting you for you to have another episode. You better be taking what’s prescribed for you. I don’t think you want to be back in the hospital again. You’ve been acting so strange.” I try hard to contain my scream. She’s getting on my nerves.
“Fine mom, whatever you say. Nothing is strange about my behavior. I’ll try to remember to take my meds.” Not going to happen. I say goodbye and hang up my phone. I don’t need to waste my time talking to her about things she doesn’t understand. I finally pull out of the parking space and drive over to my condo.
I’m furious on my drive. I almost can’t see straight. There’s too much running through my head.
I’m not crazy.
I don’t want to take that medicine, any of it. I won’t take it.
Doctors are freaking pill pushers and want to label me.
Plus, I like how I feel now. I’ve never felt better in my life. I’m in control.
I need to do something. I finally get home and slam my car door as I get out. How could this get so messed up? It was planned out to perfection.
I get inside and look around. I have some of his things in my place. I need to get rid of them before someone ties me to him. I also need to figure out a new plan to get what I want. Jordan also needs to see that I’m the better woman for him.
I know how to please him in ways she could never please him. I swear that girl doesn’t have a dirty bone in her body. That’s what he needs a dirty girl. I was his dirty girl. I was also his good girl. I giggle to myself.
I waited for him and cared for him while he was in the military. I was there when he took over for his father. Then he tossed me away. I deserve him, no one can love him as much as me. He loved me then and still loves me now. I know this in the way he looks at me.
I walk into my kitchen and pour myself a glass of Bourbon. I guess it seems after all I have a taste for the stuff. I mean Travis loved to drink it all the time. I need to find all my notes on all this shit. The mess he has left me with has to be finished. I’m far from done. I don’t have Jordan yet.
I knew Travis was beginning to flake on me. I mean he has always been jealous of Jordan. That was easy to play off of. It did help my luck that the people Jordan involved himself with, were perfect. The Winters, simply perfect to keep Travis mad at him.
The men who put his poor daddy in jail. Fuck that! The man deserved to be there. No matter how many times I told him I felt bad that he never met his daddy. Blah, blah and blah. I laugh.
I walk into my bedroom and look at my pretty vase. It's full of black roses. Those were my idea. I mean if you want to scare someone away why not send them a symbol for death.
“FUCK ME!” I throw my now empty glass across the room and watch it shatter. “She was supposed to die. He belongs to me.”
I told Travis exactly what he needed to do, that wimp. He was supposed to rape her and put a bullet in her head. Funny when I took him out in the middle of nowhere to shoot he couldn’t do it. He tried, but kept telling me like a baby “I won’t take a human life.”
Are you kidding me?
She deserves worse than that. Much worse than that. I want to see her broken and taste her tears.
She doesn’t deserve my man. Somehow she has him. Bitch, stupid cunt.
I don’t even pick up the broken glass as I head over to my closet. I open the door and pull out my big box.
I saved everything. I have his class ring in this box. A few shirts I gathered while he was in the service.
The letters he sent me from his deployments when he could send one. I start to flip through pictures I have of him and of us.
“Why doesn’t he still love me? I thought I was something special to him?” I look into my closet again and see the little stupid box. I hate that box.
I’ve hated it from the moment Travis told me what was inside the box. Pictures, all with her in them. Some have her with my man. I hate that she’s been with my man.
He told me how he was able to capture the pictures. It was from a video camera inside Jordan’s office. Travis made me sick the night he brought that shit here. I couldn’t see everything that was going on in his office. The video wasn’t close enough.
To be honest I didn’t want to see it. I tried not to look at it and then it only made me angrier that Travis brought it to me. Why would I want to see that disgusting shit? I don’t need to see that he likes to stick his beautiful cock into her. Which thanks to the shitty video I couldn’t see it.
I had told Travis to get rid of it. I didn’t want that nasty stuff in my house. I don’t need to watch that ever again. I hated seeing the look on Jordan’s face as his cock was buried in her cunt. I start rocking my head from side to side.
“Bitch!” I scream again.
I instantly feel sick.
I hate him.
But I love him.
He’s supposed to do the right thing and be mine.
We’re perfect for each other.
I decide to lean over the mess I had made of my prized items. I do stop and pick up Jordan’s class ring and place it around my neck. I used to always wear it on a chain. I decide to put it on.
I grab the stupid, ugly, little box.
I take the top off and dig through it. I find a picture of Cara on Jordan’s lap. She has her naked back to the camera. I hate the smile and look of pleasure on Jordan’s face.
That look belongs to me and me only.
I’m quick to my feet and walk back into the kitchen. I don’t even pay attention to the blood trail my feet make. It doesn’t hit me that I cut them on the broken glass.
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