"Son, I am sorry you had to see that." I don't respond, just stare at him.
"What are you doing here?" He asks.
"I'm here to see mom."
A smirk tugs his lips, "Well, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. She isn't here."
"I know she isn't here. The question is, where is she?"
"She is at the spa…" I hold my hand up, interrupting him.
"Actually, she is in the hospital refusing cancer treatment. You are so blind. Actually, after today it's crystal clear you are just too busy fucking interns to give a shit." I grab my duffle off the floor, making my way out to the car Carter has strategically placed there.
He comes after me, grabbing me by my t-shirt, throwing me up against the car.
"Judson, you don't know anything! You have been a fucking anchor since the day you were born, tied to my foot, dragging me down. If it wasn't for you, I would've left a long time ago."
I instantly feel the anger barreling out of me, faster than I can even imagine possible. I pull my fist back and land a nasty right hook to his jaw. He stumbles back, blood pouring. That was the last time he will ever put his hands on me.
I sink into the car next to Carter, and for the first time in years, I cry. I sob into Carter's embrace, and he pulls me close to him.
"I'm sorry, brother." He gives the driver the address to the hospital, and we head in that direction. At this exact moment, I realize my whole life is about to fucking explode, and there isn't a damn thing I can do to stop it.
CHAPTER 32
BLAKELY
December 12
Judson has done a pretty good job of completely shutting me out. He left yesterday on business and said he would be back today. Handed me the keys to an apartment he has in the city and his car and walked away. He said it was better if I didn't have a run-in with his father, but at this point, I think maybe it was an excuse to just get away. I just wish he was retreating to me as his safe place, rather than running away.
I pull out my phone and call Hanna, I don't have any work for today, and I want to catch up with her.
"Hey B, what's up?" She chirps through the phone.
"Not a lot. Want to grab drinks?"
"Sure, want to meet at CJ's at say 6 o'clock?"
"Sounds good. See you then." I hang up and throw the phone back down in my bag.
The next few hours go by quick, and I still haven't heard anything from Judson. I haven't messaged him. I was trying to give him his space with all the new things that he is dealing with.
After my shower, I throw on a cute black cocktail dress and curl my hair loosely. I put on some black tights and wear booties, deciding I look pretty cute for a girl's night out, minus this hideous pink cast. I roll my eyes at myself and my luck and make my way out the door.
The drive to the restaurant is pretty quick, considering I'm staying in town. I spot Hanna immediately. She looks beautiful. She is a few inches taller than me and has this innocent girl next door thing going on, and let me tell you, for her, it works. Her blonde hair swings around as she spots me and stands to give me a hug.
"B, you look great! I feel like I haven't seen you since the wreck." She smiles and orders us a bottle of wine.
"I'm hanging in there, ready to get this cast off!" I sigh, holding my wrist up.
"When does it come off?"
"In a couple of weeks, then we x-ray and go from there." I smile at her and take a sip of my drink.
"Judson told Jameson that you still don't have any feeling." She glances at me apologetically.
"I don't… well, it's hard to tell with this cast on, but I can't even wiggle my fingers." I look down and swallow tears because deep down, I feel like I won't regain any motion in my wrist.