Free Trying to Survive (The Kiser #1) by Hannah Davenport Page B

she possibly moved
me?   Maybe she had help, probably someone
to help her blackmail me.
         Arriving at my penthouse, I greeted Dean as I walked through the
door.   He looked alarmed, maybe slightly
horrified at my appearance.   I did feel
like shit and leaning heavily on Matt. He helped me until I was happily lying
in my own bed, exhausted.   “Thanks
Matt.”   I murmured at the same time the
doorbell rang.
         Matt left to answer the door.   “Thank you for coming Dr. Harrison, he’s in his bed.”   Matt showed him to my room.   After Dr. Harrison’s examination, he
confirmed that I did have a concussion and gave more instructions to rest.   After showing him out, Matt came back in.   “As bad as you are now, I can’t imagine how
bad you were in the beginning.   You
should have seen a doctor!”
         A doctor… hum, I did see a doctor… I think.   “I think I did, I have pain medicine.” I
wondered where I went.   I didn’t really
remember much.
         “That’s right, let me get your pill bottle and I’ll see who gave it to
you.”   Coming back in, he read the
bottle.   “It says the prescription is for
Jake Smith.”   He kept looking it over.   “Hmm, it was given to you by a Dr.
Sutherland.   I’ve never heard of him.”
         “Neither have I.   I wonder where
he works.”   I couldn’t think about it
anymore.   My head was throbbing and I
just wanted to sleep.   I must have nodded
off because the next time I opened my eyes it was dark outside.   Looking around, I was alone so I thought I’d
try to get up.   I really needed a
shower.  
         Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I pushed my body up to a
sitting position.   The room spun around
so I sat still letting it right itself before trying to move again.   I slowly made my way to the bathroom, which
went much better than the last attempt.   Holding on to the sink, I peered at myself in the mirror.   Still slightly swollen, I touched my eye and
then winched at the tenderness of it.   Half of my face was dark purple from the bruising.   I also sported several cuts and one
laceration that five stitches held together.   Running my hand through my hair, it dawned on me that there was no blood…
anywhere, not even in my hair.   The
mystery woman must have bathe me.   Great, more pictures.
         Turning on and stepping in the hot shower, I couldn’t help the moan that
escaped my lips.   The water felt good on
my sore body.   I just stood there and let
it run down me before finally washing.   Drying
off, I found my pajama bottoms and even though I felt exhausted again, I was
determined to sit up for a while.   I
found Matt on the couch watching TV.
         “Well, you look better.   Still
look like shit, but better shit.”   He
laughed.   Asshole!
         “Thank you.”   I said with a grimace.
         “That chick has called you several times today.   Your mothers called twice.   The last time I told her you was hurt and had
been unconscious for the last three days.   She of course didn’t believe me, called me a liar and hung up.”   Matt sat there with his feet propped on the
coffee table eating popcorn.   He never
did care what mother thought of him.
         “What did you tell Cruella?”    I slowly
lowered myself down in the recliner.   It
felt good to be up.
         “That chick is mean.   You need to
watch out for her.   I answered your phone
and she threatened me if I didn’t put you on.   I told her you were sleeping but I figured it was none of her business.   Speaking of which, what the hell happened to
you?’
         “The only thing I remember was coming out of the bar.   I had my cell and was about to call Seth when
someone grabbed me and dragged me down the alley.   I know there were at least three of them.   I vaguely remember the hospital or wherever
it was, but not much else.”
         “You should have