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Sorry About Your Bike

The guy before me couldn’t have been more than a few years older than me. And yet, at that moment, he made me feel like a little girl who just stole a cookie. I panicked. “You’re bike?”

“Yes. The black bike that you just crashed.” He reminded me.

“Where is she!” Rick’s voice boomed through the halls of the hospital. I didn’t have to guess that he was angry. Everyone on this floor knew he was angry.

I squeezed my eyes together. There was no way this could end well. Soon I would be trapped in a room with some random guy and my raging, probably drunk father.

“Sir. Can you please keep it down?” I heard a woman say from the hall.

“There the little brat is.” Rick stumped inside my room. He commenced yelling. “Do you know how much trouble you are in? And the damage you caused? I am not paying for this. Do you hear me?” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m not paying for this.”

I kept my eyes closed and prayed he would stay by the door. That he wouldn’t come near me. And also, that he would calm down.

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