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am I not safe?” I asked and whimpered as his grip grew tighter again. Then I heard the audible crack, and I couldn’t help but grimace in excruciating pain.
    “Because,” he continued, but before he finished, someone opened the door behind us.
    “Is there a problem out here?” Pops voice came from inside the house.
    “Everything is all right, Mr. Wyatt,” Samuel answered, looking down at me with a smirk.
    “Pat?”
    “Yeah, Pops,” I replied, looking over my shoulder at him, “everything’s fine.”
    “You sure?” my father asked, looking worried.
    “For now,” I replied, and Pops nodded. It was always what I said when Jim and I were fighting, so he knew that I would tell him all about it later.
    “Okay,” he said and then looked at Samuel. “You coming to the wedding, son?”
    “I would not miss it for the world, Mr. Wyatt. Thank you for inviting me.”
    “No problem,” Pops replied, “just remember to get Jessica here on time to get her fitting for her dress. Cindy’s worried about it.”
    “I will.”
    My father nodded again. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone.” But when he walked away, he left the door open. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
    Samuel saw this and growled. I turned my attention back to him, and he looked like a caged animal. “So much for privacy, we will speak of this later.”
    “Can’t wait,” I said sarcastically, but still breathless from the pain.
    In an instant, he let go of my wrist, and as soon as he was gone, I crumpled to the ground, letting out a silent scream of agony. “Pops,” I cried, and he came running.
    He kneeled in front of me. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?”
    “Hospital,” I whimpered, holding my left hand to my chest.
    Pops nodded, helping me off the ground.
    “What happened?” Andrew asked as my father walked me through the house.
    “It doesn’t matter right now,” Pops said sternly.
    “We need to go to the hospital,” I answered him, almost crying.
    “Oh my God,” Andrew breathed, looking at me with concern. “What can I do?”
    “Can I trust you to stay here with Cindy, and tell her that we went to the hospital when she wakes up?” Pops asked him skeptically.
    “You sure can, Sir,” Andrew answered without hesitation. “We’ll meet you there later.”
    My father looked at me for approval, and I nodded. “Okay,” Pops replied with a sigh, letting me go for a second to get our coats and his keys. Then he wrapped my coat around my shoulder and led me to the car, giving Andrew his ‘you better not let me down’ stare the entire way. Finally, we got into the car, and Pops drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital. He even ran a red light or two, but no cop dared stop him; he was a father on a mission to get his baby girl out of pain.
    This was just turning out to be a banner day.

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    SEVEN
    Sitting on the stupid plastic mattress that emergency rooms are known for, I waited for the doctor to come back with the results of the X-rays. After I had to explain, mostly lie, about all my other injuries, I had convinced the doctors and nurses that my hand was the only thing that needed any attention. Looking at the sterile, gray walls and blue curtain surrounding me had been bad enough, but then they insisted that they give me an IV with pretty weak pain meds and afterward told me that I was going to have to wait on the questionable sheet for an hour or more until the X-ray came back. It was absolute torture, especially when the medication wore off after fifteen minutes. “I hate hospitals,” I said, grimacing. This sitting and doing nothing sucked.
    Pops got up off the chair and came over to rub my back. “I know, baby girl. I know.” He kissed my temple. “It’s gonna be all—”
    “Where is she?” Tina yelled from the other side of the curtain, and a nurse said something about her not being allowed back to see me, so she flipped out. “Listen, I don’t care about your rules. You can shove them up your scrub