Love Came Back (a Pyro-Princess Design and Style novel Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

we were actually putting together fabrics and sewing them together. It was a major grade and the professor had made it a competition that whoever made the best outfit would get the chance to showcase their designs to actual designers. It was an opportunity of a lifetime so I wanted to stay as long as I could. It became fun and exciting and I completely lost track of time.
    When I got home, Mikhail was waiting for me.
    “Do you have any fucking idea how worried I’ve been? You didn’t answer my call or text, Siddaleigh.”
    His voice raised considerably and I actually flinched in fear. Of course, he noticed this and rose from his perch on the couch and stalked towards me. This time, he backhanded me and shoved my chest with his hands really hard. It hurt something fierce.
    The shove was so hard I fell backwards and landed against the closest wall. I heard something pop and realized as I looked down, my wrist hung at an odd angle. I must have hit the brass door knob to the door I fell into. It hurt so badly and my face scrunched up with anger. I told Mikhail I was going to call the police.
    “No more. I’m tired of all this crap, Mikhail. I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Don’t make me call the cops.”
    Mikhail leaned over me menacingly and fisted the front of my purple polo shirt and brought my face closer to his.
    “I’d love to see you try, Siddaleigh. Who’s going to believe you? Don’t make the mistake of bringing the cops into your bad behavior. I have made several of the cops here money by helping them invest wisely with their 401 k’s and their IRA’s. Pretty much, most of them are in my pocket. Don’t think about going to your family either, stupid fat bitch. You wouldn’t want something to happen to any of them would you? What about those little fuckers your sisters shit out? They could always disappear. Keep your fat trap shut you fucking cunt or I’ll do worse. I’ll take you to the hospital and you’ll have that looked at and wrapped or whatever they have to do. Now get to your bedroom and clean yourself up and don’t even think about telling them how you got a busted lip and a broken wrist. Lie, if you know what’s good for you.”
    Luckily he stormed off towards his bedroom and I basically scurried to mine. I cradled my wrist with my other hand and shouldered open my room door. The corner of my lip was busted and my cheek had a small scratch that must have come from his college class ring he was so proud of. It didn’t look too bad and I figured I could probably get away with saying I fell. I did fall.
    Yeah, straight into my own hell.
     
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    When I waited for him to take me, he walked down the stairs to tell me since I caused the accident, I should just take myself. I couldn’t drive (I didn’t own a car), so I walked to the bus stop and waited. My wrist was throbbing, my back and head felt sore, and I was ready to ball my eyes out.
    I took one of the night buses to Texas Women’s Hospital ER. I didn’t wait too long when a nurse came, took my vitals and lead me to a room
    “Miss. Carrington? Hi, I’m Doctor Larsen, you will need to take an x-ray to determine if it’s broken, sprained or just a small fracture. However, it’s not at any odd angle so I am certain it’s not broken. But either way, it will be wrapped and need to stay wrapped and redressed by your PCP. So we’ll get that x-ray work done and you’ll have to wait until they call you back.”
    Thanking the good doctor, I stood up from the sterile bed that all hospitals use. I was walking out when Doctor Larsen cleared her throat and said my name.
    “Siddaleigh? That black eye and scratch looks a little different from normal scrapes from falling down. Is there anything you need help with?”
    I tried to hide my panic, but I guess I just couldn’t get it right. My face flamed and I looked down sharply to come up with the lie I had formed on my way up here.
    “No, doctor. I’m just so clumsy sometimes,