Chapter 2:Mistakes
1089 Words
Judy's Pov
“Oh, look, he’s here,” Jessica said, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. Gavin stared at me, his eyes roving from head to toe, taking me in.
Does he remember? He started toward the table.
“He’s here now,” Jessica announced. “Do you still have the balls to talk now, traitor? Of course you don’t,” she laughed.
“You deserve to be in the same position as your pathetic parents!” With my eyes on Gavin, she pushed me to the floor. I stumbled forward and fell face down at Gavin’s feet. Embarrassment washed over me as I fought back the tears welling up in my eyes.
I looked up at him just enough to see the disapproving scowl he gave me. Only me. He must hate me. Unable to take it, I fled from the booth, their laughter following behind. I dashed into the restroom, tears flooding my cheeks.
He hates me. The way he looked at me made my stomach drop. I cried, wiping the streaks on my cheeks. Does he remember how I rejected him? That must be why he looked at me with so much disdain. Gavin’s father died during the rogue invasion. Everyone blamed my father for it when my so-called uncle accused him without proof. The pack believed him and I’m pretty sure Gavin did too.
I just need to focus on work and forget about him or whatever we shared. The past is the past.
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Hours Later
I cleaned my hands on my apron, pushing my hair off my face.
“You done with your shift, Judy?” Thea asked as I came out of the changing room.
“Yeah… Are you leaving?”
“Yes. Since we’re done here, I wanted to lock up the bar.”
“Oh, you don’t need to. I’ll do it. You can go home, T.”
“You sure?” she asked, flinging her bag strap over her shoulder.
“I am,” I answered, nodding.
“Okay. Take care and have a good night,” she said and walked out the door.
I picked up my bag, checking if all the doors and windows were properly locked when my phone rang, its sound filling the bar.
I picked it up hastily, not checking the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Are we speaking to Miss Judy Gonzalo?”
“Yes, you are.”
“This is MoonPack Medical Center, and we are calling regarding your mother, who is currently a patient in our hospital.”
Oh, goddess.
“I told you to please give me some time. I asked for a little time to raise the money.”
“Yes, but the patient has been receiving treatment without the bills being paid. We called to inform you that we have stopped rendering treatment and our services to the patient. Once the pending bills are paid, treatment will continue.”
“No. No. You can’t do that!” I begged into the phone, holding it in one hand and locking the bar with the other.
“Look, I work. I work, so I will raise the money soon.”
“When?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed into the phone. “But I will get it. Just don’t remove my mom from the medications. She needs them.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Gonzalo, we can’t do that. We urge you to come to the hospital to take the patient back home or make suitable payments for your pending bill.” The call disconnected immediately.
What am I going to do now? I don’t know if my boss will be willing to give me my pay early. I’ve already missed a lot of days since I spent most of my time in the hospital requesting an early pay would seem wrong. I walked onto the road, watching the headlights of a Maybach approaching me.
What if I stage an accident? I could get money from that. People around could stand as my witnesses. I swallowed and slowly walked off the pedestrian crossing and into the middle of the road.
I closed my eyes and pretended not to be focused as the large car revved in my direction. As it screeched closer, I braced myself—and suddenly, I was hit. Pain shot through my knee as I fell backward, the screeching sound of the brakes filling the air. I grabbed my leg, the one that took the impact, blood oozing from my foot.
Fuck… that hurt more than I thought. I clutched my leg, unaware that the driver of the Maybach had stepped out of the car. Suddenly, a warm hand touched my shoulder—I saw it clearly. That familiar birthmark. Oh no.
“Are you hurt?” Gavin asked, his voice filled with concern.
Of all the people to get hit by, it had to be him. Now I’m sure the universe is playing games with me today.
I braced myself and tried to stand, pain shooting down to my ankle, and I fell back onto my behind. Gavin watched as I made several failed attempts to get up.
“Here, take my hand,” he offered. I shook my head and tried one more time. Finally, I got to my feet and staggered back to the sidewalk. He followed.
“You’re hurt. Let me take you to the hospital at least.”
No way. There’s no way I’m allowing that. He’d already seen me make a fool of myself by standing in the middle of the road. When he asks my reason, how can I tell him I wanted to make a little money by getting hit?
“I’m fine. I can manage.”
“You aren’t. You’re bleeding and I am at fault. A quick checkup would be good.”
I shook my head and adjusted my bag, clutching the straps as I staggered forward.
“You can barely walk.”
“I said I’m fine. Just leave me alone, I’ll manage,” I said, limping as I walked. He followed behind me cautiously, as if I were some wounded animal.
“Leave me alone.” Suddenly, pain shot through my injured leg and I stumbled backward. I closed my eyes, anticipating the fall. My back came in contact with a warm surface.
I opened my eyes slowly and met Gavin’s wide ones. He
held me close to his chest, one soft hand wrapped around my waist, the other holding my hand.
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