I know I don’t do a good job of it.
“Samantha, don’t be dramatic. You’re a big girl, I’m sure you don’t need me to hold your hand.” I don’t say anything. She just doesn’t get it. She hasn’t gotten it for a while. I need a mother, not a manager. “That’s my other line, I’ll see you later.”
The phone clicks in my ear and I sink back against the bed. How can she not care? How can she just push me off to the side? It hurts more than it should. I should be used to it by now. How can you get used to the fact that your mother doesn’t love you?
I think back to what happened with Hunter yesterday. I know that I took my frustration with my mother out on him. He had been here for me. He’d been the only one here. He is just so hot and cold that it scares me. I need someone who will be stable. Now, as I sit here alone, I wish I hadn’t pushed him away.
As ridiculous as it is, I feel like he can see through the facade I put on for everyone else. When his eyes bore into me, it’s like he can see my soul and it scares the shit out of me. Half of the time he is a decent guy that I could actually see myself being with, the other half of the time I want to kick him in the dick with my heel.
The door opens and the doctor walks in. “Miss Baker, you’re free to go. I’ve left you discharge instructions and there is some nutrition information in there. Your health is more important than anything else, so please take this incident seriously.” I nod my head. He places the papers on the counter. “Well, you are free to get dressed and then leave. Do you have a ride arranged?”
“Yes, I have someone coming.”
“Okay then. Be safe, and have a good day.”
He walks out of the door and I move to stand up. That’s when I realize I have no clothes here. What am I supposed to wear? I can’t put the costume back on and walk out of here looking like a hooker. The paparazzi will have a field day if I walk out of here in a hospital gown, not to mention that it would be so embarrassing.
A knock sounds at the door before it opens. Hunter.
“Hey.” He is carrying a duffel bag and he adjusts the baseball hat he’s wearing with his free hand, almost like he’s nervous. “I heard you were getting out today and I thought you might need some stuff.” He hands me the bag.
In it there is a change of clothes and a pair of sneakers. I smile at him, appreciating that he came and he brought this stuff. It’s times like these that I could see something happening between us. “Thanks, you’re a life saver.”
I go into the bathroom and change, also finding a brush in the bag. I try to make something of the nasty bed head I have going on, but it’s no use. I have strands sticking out in every direction. Half of my natural curls are present, mixed with the pin straight hair my stylist insists on. When I walk out, Hunter looks up and bows his head, trying to hide an obvious laugh.
“What is so funny?” I place my hand on my hips feigning irritation.
“Your hair, cupcake. It is definitely not photo ready.” He winks at me as he walks over. “Here, this should help tame the nest on your head.” He pulls a hat on my head as my mouth drops open from his comment. “Don’t look so surprised. I know there was a mirror in there.” He laughs again and I can’t help but join him.
I take the hat off, gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, threading it though the back of it. As I pull it on, his scent envelopes me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it.
“Alright then, let’s get out of here.” He holds his hand out to me and I can’t help but look at it like it’s a foreign object. He must sense my hesitation because he grabs my hand. “I’ve seen you naked before, cupcake. You can’t be too shy to give me your hand.” He winks at me and I feel a blush spread across my face.
We walk out of the room and take