Chapter 6- Bonnie

Chapter 6

Bonnie

“Rider.” The man greeted. Rider nodded once. Not a big talker then. It suddenly dawned on me that I had been on a job when I crashed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as the older man walked in my room. “What time is it?” I asked, Rider shrugged and looked toward the man. He sighed and looked at his cell. “almost 7am.” He told me. “Fuck!” I yelled and tried to hop out of bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” Rider asked me, his voice concerned but with a hint of annoyance, as he stopped me from getting up.

“I’m on a job, I need to get to Wilmington by 9am.” I told them, panicking.

“Sweetheart,” the man started as he walked over to the bed, “from what I hear about your injuries, you ain’t going anywhere yet.” He tried to use the softest tone he could, worried I might start being hysterica