The Truth

Chapter Ten

The next few days it seems all I do is file paperwork. I work in the shop office, happy I had demanded the Rolodex. There's no way I would have remembered everyone's phone number. I schedule in customers and file all the paperwork, from the last 5 years, into different drawers. One drawer for each year, which are split up between incoming expenses and outgoing expenses. Then, even those are split up by different stores! Advanced Auto has it's own file on parts being bought and cores being turned in.

Diesel had one of the wolves make a shelf, to help. Incoming parts on the top, cores on the bottom. Each shelf has different sections for each store. This way, they don't have to come in and ask which ones are theirs each time they deliver/pick-up parts. I implement out a schedule, the other two wolves that work at the shop seem content with the new system and the schedule.

Diesel and I get off work two hours before the shop closes each day. Jeremy closes the shop and puts any incoming invoices on the top tray of my desk. We go home, I help file the paperwork there as Diesel makes the phone calls.

My stuff had shown up at the house yesterday. The VCR is in the bedroom under the television, Diesel even set it up for me. I have been too busy to watch much television, to be honest. At least I've been able to be kept busy. I’ve only received call about the car so far, but it has only been a few days.

Diesel drops me off at the house and says he's forgotten his phone at the shop. I head in and get to work pouring myself a glass of wine before starting in on the Pack requests of the day:

One female requested a new job, apparently, she isn't getting enough tips at the restaurant to support her kid.

The pack bar needs a new server, they tip well.

A new wolf needs work as well looking for some pocket money.

I put those three in a pile.

There's another new wolf looking for work after school. I place that one on top of the pile as well.

The female can take the job at the bar. Better tips will help her. The younger wolf can watch the kid. Babysitting money is a bit of pocket money, and the other wolf can take over the shift at the restaurant.

I'm looking over other paperwork when I hear the front door open. I can smell something, it kind of smells like me. It's not though. I quickly and as quietly as possible, move around the edge of the wall. Breathing, I can hear breathing.

A toe tapping because of impatience? What the heck? I turn the corner quickly crouching low to the ground. Tan legs, that's all I get to see, tan legs and a foot. The foot I see clearly, it smashed into my face. That's all I see before I black out.

Diesel is here now. I can smell him, he's in the room at least. What happened? The foot, I remember the foot! I start to sit up but it makes me feel sick. I move to the edge of the bed and throw up. Feet, in work boots step back, avoiding the mess I just made.

Another smell, "What happened?" the voice of someone I vaguely recognize asks.

"She woke up, went to sit up, and started vomiting."

A hand on my back and a piece of cold metal against my skin. Must be the Pack doctor.

"Well, she's got a bit of a concussion, other than that she seems like she's in good shape. Tell me again what happened?"

Diesel takes a deep breath. "I left her alone, went back to the shop for my phone, and when I got back to the house something seemed off. I walked in and saw her laying on the floor, she had blood coming from her nose. I brought her up here and called you."

The metal moved away. Oh God, my head hurts.

"Do you have any idea how this happened?"

I could almost see him shake his head in my mind. Where's my shirt?

"Maybe she fell down the steps? Tripped?"

The doctor must have nodded, "That would explain it. Shes got some scrapes on her arms too."

My voice comes out cracked. "May I have an asprin please?" I hold my head, it hurts. What the hell happened? I bet I look like s**t, no one can feel this shitty and look alright. Two pills are set on the table next to me.

I shake my head "Not enough."

A third one is placed down. My arms feel heavy. What the hell? I move to grab the pills.

"Thanks doc, we'll send you a check." it was Diesel.

I could hear him as walked the doctor to the door.

"I can see myself out. You go ahead and stay with her."

I can sit up now, wolves heal faster than humans. My head is still pounding, I move again for the pills, taking them and popping them in my mouth. I look around, but a glass of water is put in front of my face.

"Thanks" I sigh out, taking a few big gulps.

Diesel is pointedly looking away. It takes me a second to realize again I'm topless. The doctor must have done it. My head is hurting to much to really care. He holds out a shirt to me, my mucles ache and I don't want to try and put it on. Why am I all scraped up? I move the blanket down but it takes effort.

"Stop! What are you doing? Put the shirt on please."

I shake my head. That little movement makes me want to throw up my pills. I manage to keep it down.

"I want to see."

They left me my underwear. Thank the Goddess for that. My legs look like hell, large bruises go up and down them followed by smaller ones. My arms aren't much better. There's a big bruse on my stomach. What the hell happened to me?