Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (26 page)

“My rib.” I watch as she tries to move to point.
 

Sam turns to me. “Did she hit anything?”
 

I shake my head, “ I caught her when she went down. I…”

“Hey it’s alright. We’re gonna take her to Bellvue.”
 

“I want to ride with you.”
 

I can see Mills shake his head. “No, we’ll drive over. Tori?”
 

“Yes?”
 

“Go get the car, please.”
 

“On it, I’ll pull up behind the ambulance.”
 

“Okay great, let’s get her on the stretcher,” Sam says to his partner.
 

There is some shifting and then Addison is lifted off of the floor. “Talon?” she calls and my heart breaks.
 

“Right here, angel.”
 

“Are they okay?”
 

I step up beside the stretcher. “We’re gonna go find out,” I tell her. “You’re gonna be alright. I’ll see you at the hospital.”
 

“Call him,” she says as they push the stretcher out through the security door.
 

“Come on, Talon, let’s go,” Mills says and I follow him out. Tori and the SUV are sitting behind the ambulance and Mills escorts me to the door that’s open and waiting for me. “We’ll follow you,” I hear him shout to someone as he closes my door.
 

With shaking hands I pull out my phone, flipping to the call log, I pull up his number. It rings once, twice, then dumps into voicemail.
 

“I don’t give a flying fuck how you think you feel about me, but she is in trouble. She is on her way to Bellvue in an ambulance.” That’s all I say and I hang up.

My phone starts to ring. I look at it. It’s Talon. I’m incapable of dealing with him, I can’t talk to him and no, it’s not the first time he’s called today. I push the button, sending it to voicemail and I down, wait what number am I on? Fuck it, I down another glass of scotch.
 

I walked out. I knew it the moment I did it that I’d fucked up, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t know what to do. I’ve spent two days drinking, bingeing and finding numbness.
 

The bartender pours me another round.
 

I did this to myself.
So why the fuck do I feel so fucking miserable?
 

Because you’re fucking stupid, that’s why.

You thought that leaving and being on your own would be easier than dealing with everything that’s been thrown at you.
 

Fuck that.
 

When my father was killed, that was pain like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. When Dan died, I knew I needed to make myself better, to be there for a mother who didn’t want me around. But that was all a fucking picnic compared to this. This is pure agony.

My phone chimes. Voicemail… I let it sit. I don’t think I can handle anything he has to say right now… It sits…
oh, what the fuck is wrong with me? Fucking listen to the message, you idiot.
 

Picking up my phone, pressing necessary buttons to pull up my voicemail takes me a few minutes. I’m shaking and I’m so drunk my eyeballs are floating in my head.
 

“I don’t give a flying fuck how you think you feel about me, but she is in trouble. She is on her way to Bellvue in an ambulance.” I sober quickly.

“I don’t give a flying fuck how you think you feel about me, but she is in trouble. She is on her way to Bellvue in an ambulance.”

I play Talon’s message again, and again, and again…I’ve been playing it for the last hour….

I fucked up, I know I fucked up, I know that leaving her, leaving him, was the biggest fucking mistake of my life, but I can’t go to the hospital, not like this…

“Want another?”
 

I gesture with my fingers for the bartender to give me another…

It’s eleven in the morning and… wow, I’m impressed I know what time it is…

She’s in trouble, my baby girl’s in trouble, the babies, my babies, fuck!!
 

I slam back the scotch and stand up, throw two hundred dollars on the bar and stumble my way to the door. Once on the street, I turn left. Walking aimlessly, to where, who the fuck knows. “Hey man, want some snow?”
 

I stop in my tracks, turn, look at the guy and walk over to him. “Whatcha got?”
 

“Aww, you don’t even know me and you turn me down.”
 

“Dex Harris, I know you well enough to turn you down,” Raine tells me.
 

“Give a guy a chance, would you?”
 

“For you, Dex, never.”

“You’re breaking my heart.” No need to tell her that she really is breaking my heart. Fuck, she’s god damn gorgeous. I met her yesterday while at the studio, and come to find out she’s Addison’s temporary assistant. “I’ll make you change your mind.”
 

“You say that today, but what about tomorrow, Dex-ster when you’re done with your show and you’ve got bimbos hanging off of both arms.”
 

“Oh ouch, you wound me, gorgeous.”
 

My phone vibrates in my pocket, I pull it out. “What’s up, T-man?”
 

“Dex, Addison’s in the hospital.”

“Shit! What happened?”
 

“All the shit with Kyle, she hasn’t been eating and I’ve been shit at making sure she does. They’re keeping her overnight, giving her fluids and all that good stuff.”
 

“Damn man, what about the babies?”
 

“They’re fine from what we can tell, nothing indicates otherwise.”
 

‘Okay good, want us to come down?”
 

“No, no. Stay put, I don’t want to draw a bigger crowd. Listen, can you let the rest of the guys know? Mills, Tori and Rusty are taking shifts at the hospital, so if you go out, you’ll need to work with what you got. And…have you heard from Kyle?”
 

“No T-man, I’m sorry I haven’t.”
 

“I called him around ten, when they were taking her to the hospital, but I haven’t heard back. He wouldn’t do this to her. I’m worried that something’s happened. Or about to happen.”

“I’ll try calling him. We have a show tomorrow anyway. I’ll find out what the hell.”
 

“Thanks, D. Call my cell if you need me, I won’t leave her.”
 

“Right.”

He hangs up. “Sorry cutie, I got some business to attend to.”
 

“What’s going on, Dex?” she asks me.
 

“Uh…” Shit, does she know? Fuck. “Just some stuff with Talon, no biggy.”

“Doesn’t sound like something that’s not a big deal, Dex. What’s going on?”
 

Fuck…I can’t deny this woman anything. “Addison’s being kept overnight at the hospital.”
 

“Babies?”
 

“Uh, you might want to talk to them about that…Cheers,” I say and walk out of the hotel bar.
 

I flip through my phone, find K’s number and hit send. It rings once, twice, then finally he answers…

“Dex, I need help…”
 

“Did you do it?” I point to the baggie of coke on the table in front of him.
 

“No, I... I can’t bring myself to open it.”

“Good. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Your girl needs you.”
 

“I failed her.”
 

“You screw someone else?”
 

“Fuck no!”
 

“So you fucking got drunk.”
 

“For like, three fucking days. I’ve failed her so bad. She’s in the fucking hospital because of me and instead of going to her, I fucking bought coke.”

“You haven’t failed her. Not yet, you haven’t. Come on. Shower, now.” Fuck, this hotel is the shittiest of the shitty. I know he can afford better, but I get why he came here.

I go into the bathroom and start the shower. I’m going to have to fucking undress him. Ugh. “I’m going to strip you out of your clothes, fuck, do you have more clothes?”

“No.”

“Alright…”
 

“Take that shit off.”
 

I pull my phone out. “Beck.”
 

“Such a jack ass as always…I need your discretion and more than anything, this stays between us.”
 

“What do you need, Dex?”
 

“I’ve got K.”
 

“Shit, where?”
 

“Relax, brotha. He’s drunk, he’s been essentially homeless for three days and he bought a teenie.”
 

“Fuck.”

“Relax, he’s clean. He chickened out, but listen, he smells like ass, I need clothes. Can you get some and bring them?”
 

“Of course.”
 

“And, Beck?”
 

“Yeah?”
 

“You call anyone, I’ll have your balls for breakfast.”
 

“No one.”

“Alright…” I fill him in on where we’re at and he hangs up.
 

I turn around and Kyle is fucking naked as a jaybird. “Alright, let’s go.”

I drag him into the bathroom and throw him into the shower. “Oh FUCK!” he shouts. “THAT’S FUCKING COLD!”
 

I slap his chest. “Sober up, big man!”