Page 32 of Bully's Second Chance

CRASH, BANG, BOOM!

I shot to my feet as Jax’s voice grew harsh. “What the fuck was that?”

I took off running out into the hallway. “I don’t know. I just—”

Two people rushed by me, and when I pursued them, I saw them heading into Mr. Levy’s room. My eyes widened as Jax threw all sorts of questions at me, but all I could do was take off myself.

“Lily! Talk to me, dammit! What the hell is going on?” Jax barked.

However, the second I tried to step into Mr. Levy’s room, Adelaide held out her hand.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here.”

“Hold me up, Lily,” Jax said.

Adelaide glared at me. “Is that him? Are you kidding me? His father’s crashing in bed, and he—”

“My father’s crashing in bed?” Jax exclaimed.

I held him up to see Adelaide, and she looked like she wanted to kill me. I didn’t know what else to do, though. I heard the stale tone of monitors while people gathered around the man’s bed, and everything was absolute and utter chaos. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. I didn’t know whether to answer Adelaide’s questions as she threw them at me or Jax’s.

All I could do was watch helplessly as someone pressed paddles to Mr. Levy’s chest.

“Is he going to be okay?” I asked breathlessly.

“You two need to get away from this room, now,” Adelaide said.

And as Jax cursed her up and down, she shoved me away and slammed the door right in my face.

So, I held my phone up. “Jax?”

“Where is he? What’s going on? What did Adelaide tell you? Did you see anything? What did you see? What were those sounds I was hearing?”

I swallowed hard as I stood in the middle of the hallway. “He-he-he—he’s uh, well, they were—”

“Did they have paddles out, Lily?”

I nodded as my eyes met his. “Yes, they did. Your father crashed.”

He started scrambling on the other end of the line. “Sign the documents I just sent you. I’m contacting my pilot and getting back home as quickly as possible. Sign the fucking documents, Lily!”

I nodded mindlessly. “Yes, sir.”

I heard him sigh before his tone of voice softened. “Lily. Look at me.”

I blinked as I stared at the door. “If they open it again, I can tell you—”

“Lily, please.”

His plea made me look at him again. “Yes?”

He sighed. “Sign the documents and then get some rest. You look exhausted. Take the day off. You have my permission.”

“Just get home, okay? He needs you, not me.”

He nodded. “I’ll let you know when my flight leaves.”

And just as he hung up the call, the door in front of me opened.