Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 155 I was cuddled up in my window seat with an audiobook on my phone. I was grumpy because I wasn't supposed to be reading for a couple more days. My curtains were all closed, and the lights had been dimmed. Drew and the doctor called in brain rest, and I understood why they had recommended it since I had more than one concussion this summer, but it was boring.

The guys were also being major pains in my ass. They were stoppingfrom doing anything and treatinglike a child. It didn't matter that I had been following the doctor's instructions or that I had been taking care of myself since I was twelve. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Everything hurt, and I wasn't supposed to get upset, but I got mad at them and kicked them out of my room after that first day home. They could all sleep in their rooms for a few nights. I don't care that I was kinda missing them and hated sleeping alone. I was still mad at them.

"Knock, knock," Patrick said quietly, and I sighed. Turning off the book I hadn't been paying attention to anyway, I looked at the door. He was standing in the doorway with a bouquet and a slight smile on his lips. If he felt sorry for how he treatedhe didn't show it.

"Can I cin?" I stretched my legs out along the window seat and stared at him. "It looks like you are already in," I replied with a straight face.

"That's true, but I can just give these to you and leave if you're still sick of us." I snorted, "One of you would find another reason to cup here and see if I changed my mind about being mad." "True," he teased as he set the vase of flowers onto the desk I wasn't currently using. As pretty as they were, they were just an excuse to get up here and see me.

"I miss you," he said softly, and I was sure all the anger instarted to melt. "I know you miss us too," Okay, he wasn't wrong; I didn't miss them even when I was mad.

He ccloser, stopping a few feet from me. Then he turned and grabbed the chair from my desk, pulling it over and spinning it so he could sit on it backward while he watched me.

"I miss you, and I wanted to see you, but I also want to know what I can do to make this better," I don't know how he did it, but he gavethe biggest puppy dog eyes. I swear puppies could take lessons from him.

I shrugged. "I don't think there is anything you can do; it's just something I have to stop being mad about." "Ok," he murmured. "What can I do to help you not be mad sooner?" "You can not take said against me," I said, and the slight smile turned into a frown.

"I will always put you first regarding your safety, even if you get mad at me. The accident scaredlove." He had toldthis before; all the guys had, but he allowed his fear to show this time. Dammit, it was impossible to stay mad with him. With any of them. I stared down at my phone. The screen was dark, but I just kept looking at it.

"You were so lucky. I saw the car...I know how bad it was." "I did everything I could to avoid hitting the deer or swerving into oncoming traffic. I thought the guard rail would keepon the road, but it didn't." Tears stung my eyes, and I pulled out my earbuds. I didn't have to say anything. Patrick stood up from the chair and sweptup in a hug. I buried my face against his neck, taking a deep breath.

"I was so scared," I admitted.

Patrick settled onto the window seat within his lap. I tucked my head against his shoulder, and he began to run his fingers through my hair in light soothing movements.

"Why didn't you try and call one of us?" He asked.

"I didn't want to take my hands off the wheel, and I had forgotten to pair my phone with the hands-free system," I told him, feeling overwhelmed by guilt.

"It's okay, love. No one is angry. I just want you to tellso you can get it off your chest." I closed my eyes, trying to remember the craziness of the ten minutes it took the accident to happen. The whole experience seemed surreal. It had gone on forever. I told him about slamming on the brakes when the deer appeared beforeand the car skidding while I tried to slow down and stay in my lane. The guard rail I hit gave way, allowing the vehicle to roll down the hill.

Before we could say anything else, Darren cleared his throat before stepping into the doorway.

"You are good, Darren. We're not naked or having sex." Oh my god. My face was burning with embarrassment as I looked up at Patrick, who gavea heated smile and winked.

"Don't be rude to Miss Emmy," Darren scolded. "She is supposed to be resting." A giggle escaped before I could stop it.

"Who said I'm not helping her rest?" Patrick argued. "Maybe I'm just encouraging her to feel better You know, orgasms release endorphins-"I covered his mouth with my hand so he would shut up, and Patrick's eyes lit up with mischief. My face was on fire, and I'm sure he could feel the heat coming from it.

"I can order a gag for him if you would like, Miss Emmy," Darren m offered as he set the tray of food down. It contained all my favorite things to eat, and he even bought up a carafe of coffee. "I know you haven't been eating much over the last few days, and I hope this will help encourage you to eat," Darren said as he poured coffee into two mugs.

"It will. It smells amazing, and I promise I will eat." I assured Darren." om Also, don't worry. There will be no sex after breakfast." Darren just looked at us, not saying anything for several moments.