Chapter 62 Annoying reporters
Chapter 62 Annoying reporters
JAXON'S POV:
I woke up with a searing ache in my head; it felt like my neck had been cramped with tons of weights. I couldn't even lift it up.
I groaned as I tried to sit up. Fuck! That dude really had some punch, huh.
The door of the ward slid open and in came Reene—her face broke into a wide smile.
“Thank Goodness you finally came around, sir.”
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
She glanced at her wristwatch. “I think that should be at least two hours now.”
“That long.” I sighed and tried to stand up from the bed. Well, I could still do that at least. Although my whole body was aching and all, it was a relief to know I still had my legs.
Reene stared at me, her face scrunched up in worry. “Are you alright, sir?”
“Just a little pain. I'm fine,” I muttered.
“Why didn't you fight back?”
I blinked, wincing softly as another jolt of pain shot through my arms. I finally managed to stand up straight before answering her.
“Because I deserved it. Every fucking blow I took was a fair punishment for what I did and I don't regret it. I hurt his sister.”
“Do you love his sister?” she asked suddenly.
I strolled slowly towards the window, avoiding the question. I peered out; down below were some reporters still hanging around. Although barely a handful, they were still there.
I turned back to face Reene, thinking rapidly. I couldn't tell her I was in love with Laura. That was personal. So I tried to steer the conversation to something else.
“How about those reporters at the company?”
“They've been taken care of.”
I nodded, which was a mistake. I only realized seconds later after another searing pain jolted through my neck. How bad did he hit me? Jesus Christ!
“Did I break anything?” I asked her, trying to massage my neck.
“No, just a concussion on your head.”
Christ!! My hand shot to the back of my head and I winced again.
“So are you going to talk about her?”
Well, I might just as well come out clean; she'd find out anyway.
“Yes, I love her. Alright?” I admitted. “Where is she?”
“They left with Jenna not long ago.”
“Good grief! Let's go.” I tried to rush towards the door, but slowed down as I felt the pain increase.
“Where are we going?”
“After them.”
After much difficulty, I finally made it to the car. Reene clambered in and started up the car while I lolled in the seat beside her. She revved the engine and was preparing to back out when someone tapped on the window.
We both looked up and a sigh tore out of my mouth.
Not another goddamned reporter!
A woman in her early thirties with blonde hair; she looked shapely, had too much lipstick, and had the dried-out skin of someone forced to undergo pancake face paint on a daily basis to fight the high-def cameras. She was holding the usual microphone with a built-in digital recorder like it was a grenade she was about to heave.
I glanced behind her and saw a news truck ease into view, blocking our exit.
“Crap!” Reene cursed, and I agreed with her. This was crap; this whole fucking thing was crap.
She rolled down the glass and stuck her face out. “Can I help you?”
“Jaxon Fallon?” the woman asked, ignoring Reene, her eyes shooting directly to look at me.
“That's right,” I snapped. “What the hell is this?”
“I'm a reporter from—”
“I know you're a fucking reporter, so?”
“Were you in a fight recently after snogging popular singer VIXEN last night?”
My stomach lurched and part of my hurried breakfast got bumped into my throat.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“You look pretty beaten up…” she pressed on.
“Look, lady, if you don't get your buddy back there to move his van, I'm going to see how far I can push it down the street with my wheels and you'd certainly see someone get beaten up—and that definitely wouldn't be me.”
“Are you threatening us?” She lowered her mic.
It was Reene who answered this time, before I could even think of a reply.
“I'm one second away from calling the cops and charging your ass with unlawful detention, harassment, and slander. Go look those up in your Black's Law Dictionary while you're cramming for the LSATs.”
She gunned the gas pedal and hit the car in reverse. The woman leaped out of the way just in time. The van driver was much wiser. He pulled off immediately when he saw us coming.
“I need to put one of these reporters in their fucking place,” I muttered under my breath while pulling out my phone.
I scrolled through the contact list, still sulking and cussing at the stupid reporters. My hands stopped on her name and my anger slowly died down.
I started sweating even though Reene had turned up the AC system.
I sucked in a deep breath and hit the redial button and lifted the phone to my ear and waited with measured breath.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Click!
I brought the phone down from my ear and stared at the dismissed call log.
I knew she didn't want to talk to me, but I fucking needed to talk to her. I hit the redial button again. It rang and was turned off again at the third ring.
“Let's see who gets tired,” I said, chuckling while redialing her number again. Tried four more times and met the same fate.
Huh, was she really so determined not to talk to me?
I turned to Reene. “Can I make use of your phone for a minute, please?”
“Sure,” she smiled pleasantly and slipped her hand into her jacket to fetch it out for me.
I took it and gave her a painful nod. “Thank you.”
“Don't mention it,” she said, still wearing her smile. I didn't want to get bothered with her or whatever was going on in her mind.
I copied out Laura's number from my phone and entered it into her phone, then taking a deep sigh.
I dialed the number and lifted the phone to my ear.
One.
Two.
I counted mentally with each ring while staring unseeingly at the windshield.
I almost leaped out of my seat when her voice finally sizzled through the speaker.
“Hello, this is Laura Jacobs on the line. Who is this please?”
I swallowed hard. “Hi Laura, it's Ja—”
Click. The phone went dead before I could finish my statement.
Jesus fucking Christ!
What just happened? I stared at the call log with fiery eyes. A new anger burning in me.
No lady had ever treated me this way.
No one had ever treated me this way.
What the hell was all this?
Reene threw a glance at me.
“Give her time, sir. She'll come around.”
I scowled. No way.
I hit the redial button again. The phone rang up.
The line clicked and I lifted the phone back to my ear.
“Laura, I'm…” I was saying when I heard her answering machine read out in just her voice.
“Hello, thanks for contacting Laura Jacobs. I'm currently not available but feel free to leave a message if it's urgent.”