Page 94 of Jackass
“Thank you, Jingles. For everything. You can go. Since Jack refuses to leave, he can bring me home.”
“You got it.” The son of a bitch had the nerve to lean over and kiss my woman on the cheek. “I’ll see you both back at the clubhouse.”
As soon as the door closed, I snapped again.
“What the fuck was that, Sammy?” I said, pointing at the door Jingles just walked through.
“What was what, Jack?” She sighed.
I knew she was tired, but I couldn’t let this go.
“What the fuck was that with Jingles?”
“Jack, I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“He fucking kissed you!” I bellowed.
“Jack, hush!” she whisper-yelled. “He kissed my cheek. He was being nice after the shit day I had, like a brother would do. It was a nice change from being yelled at and cussed out by the man who says he loves me.” She reached for the cord attached to her bed, pressing the button.
A moment later, Nurse Ratched walked in.
“What can I do for you, Mrs. Reynolds?”
“Please, Sally, call me Sam. Could you please escort Mr. Williams to the waiting room? I would like to get some rest until the doctor releases me.”
“Sammy, I’m not leaving.”
“Oh yes, you are. If I have to, I will call the sheriff back here. Sam has asked for some privacy, and you are not the next of kin, so I need you to leave.”
I glared at the little chihuahua standing in front of me, then looked over at Sammy. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye and I knew she was right.
How did I keep fucking this up? It seemed no matter what I did, I caused her pain. Silently, I left the room and walked to the chairs lined against the wall.
I sat down, my arms resting on my knees, and took out my phone. It rang a few times before it connected.
“Hey, Jack.”
“Hey, can you come back?” I asked him.
“Sammy ok? Did something happen?”
“No, she’s fine. I just need you to come back to the hospital,” I croaked.
“I’m on my way, brother.”
The line disconnected, and I sat back, leaning my head against the wall. A few minutes later, Jingles walked down the hall and sat next to me. He didn’t say a word, just sat there with me.
“I need you to wait for Sammy to be released and take her back to the clubhouse.”
“Ok,” he said hesitantly. “What are you gonna do, Jack?”
“I just need to take a ride. I need to clear my head.”
Standing from my chair, I walked out of the hospital.
Out on the road on my Harley Softail, I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just needed to ride. My whole life consisted of joking, fucking, or fighting. None of those required these fucking emotions I couldn’t seem to contain.
Ever since I met Charlie, it was like everything in the worldhad become a danger.