Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral - Chapter 48: Chapter 48
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Blake floored it to the hospital, tearing through traffic.
When Marcus arrived, Blake was standing in the doctor's office screaming at everyone inside.
Marcus rushed over and grabbed Blake before he completely lost it.
Blake's eyes were bloodshot, his voice raw with fury as he glared at the medical staff.
"She's a fucking patient! A patient who just had a miscarriage! She disappears without being discharged and you people just let it happen? If something happens to her, I'm coming for all of you!" He kicked a chair across the room.
Everyone in the office was too scared to breathe while Blake raged.
A young nurse in the corner was actually crying, shaking as she whispered, "We can't tie patients to their beds. She has legs—she can walk out if she wants to."
"Besides, you're supposed to be her husband and you didn't even notice she was gone. How is that our fault?"
The room went dead silent. Everyone stared at the floor.
Blake looked like he'd been slapped. His clenched fists were white-knuckled, his whole body shaking with rage.
Marcus physically dragged him out of there.
He shoved a cigarette at Blake, trying to calm him down.
"Bro, I know what that nurse said stung, but she's not wrong. You wanna know how many times I called you that day? You didn't pick up once. Hell, you told me to stop bothering you!"
"If we weren't friends, I'd be done with your ass right now. Riley was hurt bad—her shoulder was dislocated, and if I hadn't gotten there when I did, she'd still be lying in the snow. You didn't see all the blood—"
Marcus stopped mid-sentence, glancing at Blake's face.
Blake had gone white as a sheet, his hands visibly trembling.
Blake took a shaky drag of his cigarette and held out his hand to Marcus.
"What?" Marcus looked confused.
Blake's smile was bitter. "She won't take my calls. Blocked me everywhere. Let me use your phone."
The second Marcus handed it over, Blake was dialing Riley's number.
He hadn't even figured out what he was going to say if she picked up.
Should he apologize first?
Ask if she was okay?
Blake's head was a complete mess.
For the first time in his life, he felt totally out of control. Like something precious was slipping through his fingers and he couldn't hold on.
The seconds ticked by, but Marcus noticed Blake's face getting darker and darker.
"What's she saying?" Marcus asked, worried.
Where could Riley have gone with her tiny frame and fresh injuries?
"She blocked this number too."
Blake's voice came out hoarse and broken.
Riley, where the hell did you go?
Marcus's eyes went wide.
"You're the one who screwed up, why is she giving me the cold shoulder too? I called you like twenty times that day and you declined every single call! I didn't do shit wrong—"
"Hold up, what?" Blake's head whipped around to look at him.
"When did you call me?"
Marcus was getting more pissed by the second. Seeing Blake play dumb just made it worse.
He snatched his phone back and scrolled through his call history.
There it was—over twenty calls to Blake's number.
Every one marked "call declined."
Blake yanked out his own phone.
His call log was completely empty. No missed calls at all.
"What the hell?" Marcus stared at both phones in confusion.
Then it hit him. He showed Blake a text that had supposedly come from his number.
[I'm busy. Stop bothering me.]
Blake's face went black with rage.
He knew exactly who had sent that message.
"Blake, where are you going?" Marcus called after him.
The look on Blake's face was absolutely terrifying.
It reminded Marcus of high school, when some guys had cornered Riley outside the school gates and said some nasty shit to her while he and Blake weren't around.
The next day, Blake had grabbed a metal chair and cracked one guy's skull open. Sent him to the ICU.
Maybe Blake didn't even realize it himself, but he'd always treated Riley like she belonged to him. Like she was his to protect, and nobody else was allowed to lay a finger on what was his.
When Marcus arrived, Blake was standing in the doctor's office screaming at everyone inside.
Marcus rushed over and grabbed Blake before he completely lost it.
Blake's eyes were bloodshot, his voice raw with fury as he glared at the medical staff.
"She's a fucking patient! A patient who just had a miscarriage! She disappears without being discharged and you people just let it happen? If something happens to her, I'm coming for all of you!" He kicked a chair across the room.
Everyone in the office was too scared to breathe while Blake raged.
A young nurse in the corner was actually crying, shaking as she whispered, "We can't tie patients to their beds. She has legs—she can walk out if she wants to."
"Besides, you're supposed to be her husband and you didn't even notice she was gone. How is that our fault?"
The room went dead silent. Everyone stared at the floor.
Blake looked like he'd been slapped. His clenched fists were white-knuckled, his whole body shaking with rage.
Marcus physically dragged him out of there.
He shoved a cigarette at Blake, trying to calm him down.
"Bro, I know what that nurse said stung, but she's not wrong. You wanna know how many times I called you that day? You didn't pick up once. Hell, you told me to stop bothering you!"
"If we weren't friends, I'd be done with your ass right now. Riley was hurt bad—her shoulder was dislocated, and if I hadn't gotten there when I did, she'd still be lying in the snow. You didn't see all the blood—"
Marcus stopped mid-sentence, glancing at Blake's face.
Blake had gone white as a sheet, his hands visibly trembling.
Blake took a shaky drag of his cigarette and held out his hand to Marcus.
"What?" Marcus looked confused.
Blake's smile was bitter. "She won't take my calls. Blocked me everywhere. Let me use your phone."
The second Marcus handed it over, Blake was dialing Riley's number.
He hadn't even figured out what he was going to say if she picked up.
Should he apologize first?
Ask if she was okay?
Blake's head was a complete mess.
For the first time in his life, he felt totally out of control. Like something precious was slipping through his fingers and he couldn't hold on.
The seconds ticked by, but Marcus noticed Blake's face getting darker and darker.
"What's she saying?" Marcus asked, worried.
Where could Riley have gone with her tiny frame and fresh injuries?
"She blocked this number too."
Blake's voice came out hoarse and broken.
Riley, where the hell did you go?
Marcus's eyes went wide.
"You're the one who screwed up, why is she giving me the cold shoulder too? I called you like twenty times that day and you declined every single call! I didn't do shit wrong—"
"Hold up, what?" Blake's head whipped around to look at him.
"When did you call me?"
Marcus was getting more pissed by the second. Seeing Blake play dumb just made it worse.
He snatched his phone back and scrolled through his call history.
There it was—over twenty calls to Blake's number.
Every one marked "call declined."
Blake yanked out his own phone.
His call log was completely empty. No missed calls at all.
"What the hell?" Marcus stared at both phones in confusion.
Then it hit him. He showed Blake a text that had supposedly come from his number.
[I'm busy. Stop bothering me.]
Blake's face went black with rage.
He knew exactly who had sent that message.
"Blake, where are you going?" Marcus called after him.
The look on Blake's face was absolutely terrifying.
It reminded Marcus of high school, when some guys had cornered Riley outside the school gates and said some nasty shit to her while he and Blake weren't around.
The next day, Blake had grabbed a metal chair and cracked one guy's skull open. Sent him to the ICU.
Maybe Blake didn't even realize it himself, but he'd always treated Riley like she belonged to him. Like she was his to protect, and nobody else was allowed to lay a finger on what was his.
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