Playing For Keeps

Chapter 7:Collison

I ran out of the private room so fast I could hear Morgan shouting my name, but that didn't stop me. I had never felt so betrayed. Moving quickly through the dining area, my shoulder crashed into a waiter with a full tray, causing his tray to crash to the floor, shattering glass in what had been an almost quiet room. The waiter and I both landed in a mess of broken dishes and food. Everyone's eyes snapped in our direction with a mix of confusion and anger. My dress was soaked by something hot, which I barely noticed. The waiter reached out his hand to help me up, but seeing the mess I made. I just jumped up, horrified. "I'm sorry," I whispered, taking a last few steps to the door.

Pausing, I looked back. Morgan was obviously talking to a manager about the mess. He looked very engaged in a heated discussion. I could not do this. Breathe, I told myself trying to keep calm. My eyes were filled with tears, and I was partially hyperventilating. This was supposed to be a wonderful, magical evening. We were meant to complete our bond, and instead, I find out everything I thought was true was nothing more than a lie. People were staring at their phones and then at me. Whispers all around made me more self-conscious. I could not make out their words; it was too chaotic.

As I pushed the door open, I braced myself against the brick wall outside long enough to undo my straps on these ridiculous heels before removing them and chucking them to the side. Who would have thought my shoe choice would not be the worst mistake I made tonight? A hand reached out and grabbed my arm before I fully regained my balance, causing me to almost fall into the last person alive I wanted to have their hands on me at this moment. I flinched and looked up to see Morgan. His face was stern, and his jaw was clenched tightly as he tried to pull me forward toward his car at the valet.

"Get your filthy, cheating hand off me, Morgan," I yelled. Trying to pull my arm out of his hold. His fingers were digging in. Not necessarily painful, but I could not free myself. "Morgan, let go!" I repeated again, and louder than the first time. People were pointing at us, but I did not care.

Despite my attempt, he did not release my arm right away. "Lex, calm down so we can talk about this in the car," he said to me. His eyes were cold, his jaw clenched, and his face devoid of all emotion.

If I had not been so angry, I probably would have been scared but this change in him. "Calm down." I yelled even longer, "You tell me to calm down when everyone in that restaurant saw that photo and knows how pathetic I am to trust my mate. To believe that my mate could." I could not even finish the sentence. I pulled my arm free as he relaxed slightly, his hold on my arm probably stung by my words. Though I did not care, I just wanted to get out of here, and not with him. " I am not getting in your car or going anywhere with you."

"Lex, its not. .." he started speaking in a gentle tone, as if he were trying to pacify me.

As if by reflex, my hand slapped him so hard that silence fell among the onlookers. He looked at me, stunned, like he would have never thought me capable, well, that makes two of us. I never thought I would be in this position either, and I did not know I would resort to violence because of it. I normally let everyone walk all over me. Not this time, I shouted in my head to myself. "Don't, don't you dare tell me right now it's not what it looks like. It's not like somebody told me a rumor and got the information wrong; it's a bloody picture. No mistake, Morgan! The least you could do is own up to it! You made a fool of me!" I cried, shouting and flailing my arms, before pushing him away from me. "Stay away from me!" was the last thing I said as I took off into the night

I could hear running behind me, pushing my adrenaline till all of a sudden. Barefoot rocks were digging into my feet as I ran, but it didn't stop me.

Something on the sidewalk caught my foot. I lost my footing, falling into the road as headlights appeared from the corner. I scrambled to get up.

The sound of a horn and a hard breaking of the sports car speeding through the night left me no time to scream before I felt the car crash into me, throwing me backwards in the air.

As I lay on the pavement, it felt like forever. My body was bleeding, and I could not move my right leg. The pain was immense as I lay struggling to breathe, but since I was not coughing blood, I figured I would heal in time. My mind was trying to process. Would Morgan find me? Was he still chasing me? Did I even want him to? I thought of the picture of my sister sitting on his lap with her tongue down his throat as he grabbed on to her ass. It was a misunderstanding, he said. Figures, if I die here, he won't have to worry about explaining that one.

In the bright lights coming from the headlights, I saw a man step out from the car. I could hear the even pace of his shoes as he walked closer to me. I could not make out his face, my vision was beginning to blur, "Ahh. Please help me," I breathed out weakly trying to focus. "Am I going to die?" I asked weakly.

"Hold on," a familiar voice spoke, but I still could not place it. "Don't move," he ordered as I tried to turn my head to see his face. "You're not going to die on this street."

"Don't let him touch me?" I shivered.

"Who?" he whispered as he checked my injuries. His hands were on my legs, applying pressure to the wound. "You won't die but your leg is badly injured, "Morgan." I whispered, "Don't let him touch me," I shivered. and I feel that's not all."

"Morgan." I whispered, "Don't let him touch me," I shivered. "How do you know I won't die?" I asked concerned.

"I won't let you," he stated briefly before feeling the back of my neck and head. "He won't come near you." The voice answered, sounding angry.

I heard something rip and felt him wrap whatever it was around my thigh. I clenched my teeth together tightly to keep from crying out as he tightened the binding.

"Promise me," I said, clenching his lapels on his jacket as he lifted me effortlessly off the pavement. I had no idea who was helping me as my vision was still blurry and unfocused.

"You have to keep your eyes open," he ordered.

He sounded concerned as he touched my face, "They are closed." He patted my cheeks; I said, "Open your eyes!"

I tried to do as he said, but the pull was so heavy, "They won't. I can't. They weigh a ton, and why does it matter?"Tears pushed through "I can't... no... I won't fight...I feel." I mumbled. Trying to obey him, but he smelled nice. As I breathed in his scent, I nestled closer to him, and he was strong.

"I promise, Lexi," he whispered near my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, but as I went to speak, the world went dark.