Biker's Claim: The Broken Angel is Mine

Cora POV “Cora, go home. Alice has arrived.” My supervisor called out from the nurses' station. “Fantidillyastic, Thanks, Boss.” I blew a kiss her way and headed to change and clock out. It had been a busy night and an even longer day. I was dead on my feet, and those words couldn’t have come soon enough. Today, the shift was to finish early, well, not early, because I just did a double shift, a twelve-hour shift followed by an eight-hour shift. The girl who called in sick, Alice, showed up late but eventually arrived. To me, she didn’t look sick, but it wasn’t my call. Maybe some other reason. Not my problem. I can head home two hours earlier than I thought I would, which means I can pop in and see my boyfriend. I miss him when I have these long shifts. I work in our emergency department at the local hospital. I am a fully trained nurse, and I love the fast pace of the emergency department. It can be dangerous, because the loved one wants their family member treated immediately, or a drunk patient arrives, and can be abusive and violent, not so keen on those, but it’s part of the job, and you handle it, the best you can. Today, my supervisor called me into the office and offered me a transfer to a small-town hospital that was struggling to find staff. I was told to think it over and give them an answer by the end of the week. Second-in charge of the emergency department sounded nice. I have proven to be good at my job, finished school early, and completed nursing school in half the time due to my workplace experience. While in high school, I worked in a hospital for about four years before starting nursing school. I knew all the hospital staff, and I finished nursing school early. I want to discuss moving to another town with my boyfriend, Jake, whom I have been dating for about a year. Before I accepted the job, he had been talking about getting out of town; he had had enough and wanted something different. This might be perfect for us both. Instead of going home to my one-bedroom apartment, like I should have done, because I was beat on my feet, I instead swung by my boyfriend's place. He didn’t want me to move in with him; why? Something to do with not being ready to share a house with someone, and Jake said my place was too small for him to move in with me, so we are still apart, his choice, not mine. It’s eight at night, and he should be home; he said he had no plans tonight and to pop over when I finished. I have worked nineteen hours straight; I am ready for some relaxing time with my man before going home to bed. His place came into view. Great, the garage doors were closed, that means he’s home. He keeps it open when he goes out, weird, but his call, if anyone was watching his habits, it wouldn’t take much to work that one out. I found a place to park on the street and walked around the back door, which was rarely locked. Entering the back door, something felt different; I couldn’t put my finger on what, yet. The television was on in the lounge, but no one was watching it. I followed a trail of clothes up the stairs to the loft, where the bedroom was. Jake didn’t use the bedrooms downstairs, as far as I knew; he liked the huge space upstairs, which he renovated into a large bedroom. The trail I was following appeared to be male and female clothing, but not just one male; it was possibly two or more. That didn’t make sense to me. He was always too clean and tidy; this wasn’t like the Jake I knew and loved. Giggles from a female were heard from the open door, then a gruff, deep chuckle followed closely. Both sounded familiar; was that my stepbrother's and best friend’s voices? I slowly made it up the top of the stairs, and the room came into view. I investigated the large, open room, not believing what I was seeing. My boyfriend was in bed, naked, and by the look on his face, enjoying what he was giving and receiving, as Jake pounded into my so-called best friend, a girl I had gone to school with, and knew most of my secrets, and behind Jake at the same time, was my stepbrother pounding my now ex-boyfriend’s, in the arrrrssss, rear, backside, call it what you want, but my boyfriend was sandwiched between these two, and the look of pure enjoyment was on his face. A look that I had never seen in the year we've been together. Oh my god! I can’t believe I never knew about their s****l preferences. What was I to Jake then, because he never hinted that he wanted anything different or more than the basics we had together? ‘Yes, right there, Jake,’ Sally-Anne, now my ex-girlfriend, urged my now ex-boyfriend to go on, faster, harder. Paul, my stepbrother, had hold of Jake's hips, keeping them close as he pounded into him, and he was groaning out in bliss. Nothing like how we had intercourse. I was going to say love, but obviously it wasn’t love on his side, this was??? What? My hand went to my mouth as I tried hard not to vomit. A bitter taste hit my mouth as they moaned and groaned in pleasure. I need to get an STD test done ASAP, because this doesn’t feel right for me. This was not my scene. I took a photo first, so they couldn’t deny it, and backed down the stairs and out the back door, where I promptly vomited what little I had in my stomach, all over his lovely yellow daffodils. This betrayal went deeper than him having s*x with someone else that I didn’t know. This went way, way deeper. I was the one getting hurt, while they were having fun behind my back, and most likely laughing about it, thinking about themselves getting away with it, all the while playing the innocent act. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and rushed to my car. I took a few deep breaths, hoping it would calm me down enough to drive. Driving home was virtually automatic. As tears ran down my face, I had trouble seeing where I was going. The blare of a horn had me slowing down because I had picked up too much speed in my haste to get away from there. My home didn’t come fast enough; it was like slow motion. My mind was stuck in that house, their sounds of enjoyment still ringing in my ears, the sight of their naked bodies, slick with sweat. At home, I rushed to the bathroom and puked again until there was nothing left in my stomach. My throat and belly are sore from purging the demons. I don’t know if I was sick because of the threesome or because of who the threesome was with. But the betrayal, the loss of trust, and the loss of friendship were combined and locked in a box, labelled ‘never to be opened again’. I don’t know how I can keep a straight face when seeing them again, like my stepbrother, who would be at the family dinners, and no, I don’t want to think about that right now. Diving into my bag, I pulled out my phone, and it took me four tries to get the number right; the numbers were hard to see through my tears. I needed to get away from here. I can’t face them. I don’t want to face them. “Hello, Senior Nurse Carmel speaking.” My boss's polite voice answered the portable phone. Good, she’s who I wanted, no, needed to speak with, didn’t want to have to explain it to anyone else. I was feeling embarrassed enough having to explain it to Carmel. “Hey, it’s me, Cora.” I started and couldn’t contain the soft sob that came out as I spoke. “What’s wrong? Do you need medical help?” Carmel suddenly worried. Having picked up my tears, I could hear her moving, possibly to somewhere quieter to hear me. “Um, can I take up that offer of the transfer, and how soon can I leave?” I asked, not answering her question, immediately. “Yes, it’s yours. You can leave anytime. Want to tell me why there's been a sudden change? Did your boyfriend do something? Why are you so upset? Do I need to send out the heavies?” God, I love this woman; she knows how to make me laugh. “Will this stay between us?” I asked tentatively, knowing she wouldn’t say a word, but needed to hear it for some reason. “If that’s what you want,” With a shaky breath, I told Carmel about what I walked in on, and now I needed to get away, fast and quietly. “You have not taken any holidays in years. Why don’t you pack up and leave, take some holiday time off, before starting at the new job, and clear your head? I insist, as of right now, you are on two months’ leave. Take care of yourself.” Carmel’s sweet voice of encouragement and insistence on taking a break helped. “Thank you, my lease is up, so I don’t need to worry about renewing it now. I will pack and leave in the morning. Thank you, Carmel.” I hiccupped through the explanation and thanks. “Be safe, girl. I know it hurts right now, but it will get better over time. Keep in touch, you know I am here if you need me for anything. Carmel was there for me when my mother died, and my dad fell to pieces. I was more-or-less left to fend for myself; she became my second mother. “Will do.” I hung up and locked up before climbing into bed, too exhausted to think, after a double shift and a huge shock.