Reaching out, I search for my nightstand, and my eyes pop open when my hand only finds the wall.
Where the fuck—
I blink against the darkness for a few seconds until my room at my parent’s place appears before me.
The ringing stops, but it almost immediately starts again.
“Jesus fuck.”
I begin searching the sheets around me until the glow of my cell appears and I snatch it up.
A frown mars my brow as I find Styx’s name staring back at me.
Why the fuck he is calling me at… two-thirty AM?
“H-hello?” I croak out, my voice apparently still asleep.
“You need to come back,” he demands, the panic in his voice with just those few words turning my blood to ice.
“What’s happened?”
“I-it’s Kat. She’s in the hospital.”
“Fuck,” I’m out of bed before I’ve even told my legs to move. Blinding myself with the light, I scramble around to find my clothes. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Red Ridge General, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he chokes out. “It’s all my fault.”
“I’ll be an hour, tops.”
I cut the call in favor of pulling my clothes on. Hearing his wrecked tone, I probably should have stayed on the line and let him explain. But that will only hold me up. He needs me.
Kat fucking needs me.
“Fuck.”
I blow out of the house without even thinking about leaving a note to let my parents know where the hell I went.
I’m on my bike, the engine rumbling beneath my thighs in only minutes, and heading in the direction of Red Ridge.
My heart is in my throat the entire time, forcing me to fully accept for the first time that this thing I’ve got going on with Kat is more than just a bit of fun.
I’ve spent the past few weeks telling myself that I was just keeping her warm until Styx pulled his head out of his ass and claimed her as his. But it’s more than that.
And the thought of losing her.
Fuck. It rocks me to my core.
I can’t.
I can’t lose her.
Pushing my engine harder, I fly down the deserted nighttime roads as the lights for Red Ridge appear before me.
I’m coming, Kitten. I’m fucking coming.
Abandoning my bike haphazardly in the parking lot, I take off running toward the entrance, my cell pressed to my ear so that I can find out where the fuck I’m going.
“Answer, you fucking cunt,” I hiss, my concern, anger, and frustration beginning to collide. “Where the fuck are you?” I bark the second the call connects.