Behind The Mask (Nurses Book 2) by Adams Renee

Author:Adams, Renee [Adams, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-24T08:00:00+00:00

I’m pissed. So beyond pissed I’m actually shaking. That bitch Sam came running up to me like an overly enthusiastic girlfriend. She did it in front of Cori on purpose, like she was laying claim to me. I saw Cori as she was walking to Damian’s truck and as soon as Sam threw her arms around me she started frowning.

I’m at a loss as to what to do about Sam, her advances seem to become increasingly bolder. I have told her every time she has tried to grab me that I’m not interested, but she has some hair up her ass that I am.

Today was going good, I got measured and cast for my leg. The physical therapists seemed surprised that I was giving an effort two days in a row, but shit they will be doubly surprised tomorrow when I head back again. I’m tired of being in this room, tired of being in this chair, and tired of not living my life.

When I made that decision the other day, I didn’t take it lightly. I’ve been slowly trying to make changes to get my ass outta this seat and outta this place. But first, I need to secure a place to stay. Allyn is from this area and he said he would come by my room tonight to tell me some good places to look, but, for now, I’m going to throw my trust into my laptop and this spotty internet.

It shouldn’t be too much longer now before I’m working towards getting on my own two feet. If you can call a fake foot your own. Once I decided that I wasn’t going to let this stop me, the nightmares have eased up some. Especially in their intensity, I’m not waking up gasping for air, and I haven’t seen that piece of shit Xavier in my nightmares either. That is a welcome relief because for a good few days he was haunting me more than the flashbacks. I would see him hurting her, hear her call out for me to save her, but I couldn’t because I was still in the desert, still missing a leg. The mind has a funny way of taking your deepest fears and amplifying them.

A knock at my door brings me out of my musings; must be Allyn. Using my crutches instead of my chair, I hobble along to let the old man in. It would be awkward trying to get two wheelchairs into the doorway so I use my crutches. Sure I could leave my door open, but I’m not overly friendly with anybody else. Plus it gives Sam the feeling of an open door policy with me which I certainly do not have.

“What took you so long to answer the damn door?” the grizzled old man apparently doesn’t like to be kept waiting.

“Had to get my crutches, hold your horses, not like you have anywhere to be after this.”

“Listen, boy, I have plenty of shit to do than to help your sniveling ass out.

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