Page 133 of Broken Daddy

Sitting up slowly, the room around her spun a bit. All right, she wasn’t expecting that. Maybe this was going to be trickier than she’d thought. But she would have to learn to do it.

Devi wasn’t sure what was going to happen once she left the hospital. Mac and Silla had both offered her a place to stay. But she didn’t want to be a burden and she couldn’t see how she would be anything but that.

And then there was the safety aspect. She didn’t know if the police would find Fury and those other guys. What if they came after her for talking?

There was no way she would ever risk Mac or Silla.

If only Hayes could stay. But that wasn’t going to happen.

And, frankly, Devi was tired of being screwed over. Of everyone loving someone else more than her. Putting others first. Even Rohan, who she adored, had put the gang first. They should have left this town as soon as she turned eighteen, started somewhere else. It would have been safer.

She wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital with a sliced up arm and cheek and no idea of how she was going to continue on.

It was all too much and she could feel herself starting to panic.

Don’t think about it.

It was better to be numb, to withdraw into herself where she couldn’t get hurt.

So she really, really shouldn’t be thinking about Hayes and wondering why he’d left her.

He didn’t leave you. He’s showering and getting a proper night’s sleep.

He hadn’t slept well in two days.

But what if he doesn’t come back?

That panic returned. Threatening to steal her breath and making her stomach roll.

Calm down.

If you start vomiting, you’ll only draw someone’s attention.

And that was the last thing she wanted right now. She knew that Kent was around. He seemed like a nice guy, but she didn’t know him. And she didn’t want him trying to help her to the bathroom.

Mortifying.

Devi managed to get off the bed. She glanced down at her phone with a groan. Bending over was going to suck. Especially since she couldn’t brace herself with one hand and pick up her phone with the other.

Could she pick it up with her toes? Hmm, she guessed she could try. Using her good hand to brace herself on the bed, she attempted to flip the phone onto its side so she could grab it.

In the end it turned out to be impossible.

The phone was too heavy and her toes were too weak.

Darn it. Who knew that you could have weak toes?

There was no other way to do this. She was going to have to bend over. Slowly, she bent at the waist and grabbed her phone with her good arm, her injured arm cradled against her chest. As she stood, the room started spinning.

Shit. She leaned against the bed heavily. Her injured arm gave a protest at the sharp movement and she had to breathe deep to keep away the nausea.

Nope. Not happening. She was about to faint. Using her hand, which was still holding her phone, she grabbed the side of the bed to ease her journey down as she sat on her ass with a thump.

A low groan of pain escaped her mouth.

Ouch. That freaking hurt.

But the edges of her vision were growing dark and she knew that she had to get her head down between her knees.