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 stopping me from doing anything and treating me like 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 treated me he didn't show it.

"Can I come in?"

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 come up 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 in me started to melt. "I know you miss us too," Okay, he wasn't wrong; I didn't miss them even when I was mad.

few feet from me. Then he turned and grabbed the chair from my desk, pulling it over and spinning it so he could sit

make this better," I don't know how he did it, but he gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes.

"I don't think there is anything you can do; it's

murmured. "What can I do to help you not be mad

I said, and

The accident scared me love." He had told me this before; all the guys had, but he allowed his fear to show this time. Dammit, it was impossible to stay mad with

were so lucky. I saw the car...I know

did everything I could to avoid hitting the deer or swerving into oncoming traffic.

say anything. Patrick stood up from the chair and swept me up in

was so scared,"

with me in his lap. I tucked my head against his shoulder, and he began to run his fingers through my hair

call one of

to take my hands off the wheel, and I had forgotten to pair my phone with the hands-free system," I told him, feeling

is angry. I just want you to tell me so you can

took the accident to happen. The whole experience seemed surreal. It had gone on forever. I told him about slamming on the brakes when

we could say anything else, Darren cleared his throat