One week later...
When I wake up, J seems to have already left for work. I almost reluctantly, try to move. But I still hurt, everywhere. Screw Rachael! Because of the b***h I had a fractured leg, cracked ribs and a splendid hand.
"f**k!" I swear thinking about the b***h, when Abby enters my room with my breakfast.
"Are you alright Angie? What's wrong ?" She asks, keeping the food in front of me.
"No, I am fine. It's just that I hate being bed ridden!" I whine.
She smiles her kind smile.
"I don't wanna have the soup and the boiled vegetables anymore and all of this!" I say waving my hand over the food. I need something spicy for crying out loud!
"You know Jared would be upset, very upset if he finds out that you are skipping breakfast and we'd both be in trouble. Are you trying to
