Chapter Twenty-Two – Jack
The highway blurred under the car. I didn’t check to see how suicidally fast I drove.
I passed six cars on the right, two on the left, and weaved between any asshole who couldn’t figure out how their fucking accelerator worked. Nothing would stop me from getting to the hospital.
Nothing.
It was my fault. I got her upset. I fought with her. I left. And then something happened to the baby.
Fuck, I knew something wasn’t right with her. The signs were there. She was tired. Weak. She grabbed the couch for support.
What the hell did I do?
My heart crushed itself against my ribs. It wasn’t fair. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to Leah, but if the baby was in danger?
Fuck.
I wasn’t a good man. I wasn’t a role model. But goddamn it, I thought I could be a good father.
A good husband.
If I had the chance. If Leah gave me a chance and the damn world cut me a fucking break, I’d prove to everyone that Jack Carson wasn’t some bastard who only wanted a quick fuck, fast cars, and no responsibilities. Nothing sounded better to me than a night spent rocking my baby to sleep in my arms as I watched the late night sport highlights.
I laid on the horn and passed another idiot going under the speed limit in the left lane. Ten minutes lost. It felt like ten days. I was too late to get ahold of Leah. She didn’t answer her phone, and I hoped that meant she was already with a doctor and not…
Not that she couldn’t answer her phone for whatever reason.
This was bullshit. I forced the car faster and raced the highway itself, slowing only so I didn’t break my neck skidding off the ramp and into the city. The hospital was less than a mile away, but the instant I peeled onto Hayes Street, red and blue lights flashed in my mirror.
The police cruiser whistled his siren and pulled behind my bumper.
This wasn’t happening.
“Fuck…not now!” I slammed a hand against the wheel. Hurt myself. That was all we needed. Broken fingers with speeding tickets, leaving Leah alone in the hospital, terrified for herself and the baby and…
I couldn’t stop for the cop.
But if I ran?
At least Leah would know exactly where I was when the hospital TVs showed coverage of the high speed chase with the headline Jack-ass Carson – Still At Large After Fucking Everything Up.
I couldn’t put Leah through that, not while she was already in pain. How long could a stop possibly take? A minute? Two?
“Hang on, Kiss.” I pulled over. “I’ll be there as quick as I can.”
The lights flashed, repeatedly, but the officer didn’t haul his lazy ass out of the car. The minute I surrendered to the law instead of Leah passed. So did the second. The third.
I tore through the glove box and found the insurance and registration. My driver’s license bent in my hand. He still didn’t get out of the fucking car. I’d have handed him my entire checkbook and offered a bribe for every asshole in the precinct if it meant getting back on the road.
The instant the officer moved, I knew I was fucked.
I watched in the mirror as his thick boot struck against the ground. The cinders and road debris crumbled under his feet. He already knew who he caught. Pretty sure he ran my plates and got a hard-on just thinking of how he’d torture me tonight.
He was the same cop who broke up the bar fight. He came after me first and made sure I was cuffed even though I was the only one busted up. I had the blackened eye—apparently that also meant I got the elbow to the rib and treated like some punk-ass criminal.
Officer Burke hated that the charges were dropped. Now he’d get his revenge, except he wasn’t just screwing with me. Every second he toted his ego-driven, testosterone-fueled, authority complex over me was another second Leah waited for me at the hospital.
She’d never forgive me.
What was happening to her now?
Officer Burke leaned over the Porsche and grinned, his fingertips stroking a paint that was too rich for his salary. He’d have to pull over a lot of speeders to get that promotion. He nodded at me, his thick tongue rubbing over his teeth like he prepared to feast on a steak.
Another treat too rich for a man like him.
“Jack Carson.” He snorted. “Gonna have to ask you to get out of the car.”
“Look—”
“Now.”
“I’m on the way—”
“I don’t give a flying fuck where you’re going or why. You’re speeding on my roads, causing a public disturbance again. Get your ass out of the car.”
“I’m going to the hospital.”
“You’re going to jail if you don’t get out of the goddamned car!”
Son of a—
I kicked the door open. Officer Burke hauled me behind the car and kicked at my legs. My bad knee buckled, and it gave him just the advantage he needed to slam me on the truck and frisk me like I was a damned convict.
“I have to get to the hospital!” I spat the word, deliberating too long on a profanity and simply leaving it out. My words didn’t sound any less disrespectful. “My girlfriend is—”
“You think you can do whatever the fuck you want in this city, don’t you?”
I grunted and tried to push off the car. The metal baton in his hand extended. He whacked it against my back and used the steel to keep me pinned.
Not the night to do this to me.
I could have ripped his goddamned head off if I had wanted. I didn’t need my knee, not when I had the upper body strength to wrestle away from three linebackers and still pitch a football forty yards down field in a laser strike.
I didn’t fight him. I fought every instinct to battle for my pride.
I couldn’t let my rage win. If he had any reason to take me in, he’d do it. It’d keep me from Leah.
She and the baby needed me.
For now, I was absolutely helpless.
“Got news for you, Carson.” Officer Burke sneered. “I’m an Ashenville fan.”
“Explains a lot.”
“I should have kept your ass in jail after that bar fight. Disorderly conduct. Physically Assault. Something to teach you a goddamned lesson. You ain’t nothing special because you can toss a ball around. And you ain’t above the law.”
“I wasn’t a part of the fight,” I said. “And if you’d try to pin anything on me, I’ll have my lawyer humping that police station for every cent I can get.”
“You little—”
“I’m not above the law, but I can pay for a hell of a good defense. Write me the fucking ticket and let me go. I’m gotta get to the hospital!”
That just pissed him off. I figured it would. He kicked me to the pavement, and the broken curb scraped my palms as I fell. My blood pressure spiked.
Son of a bitch.
Rage blinded me, but I fought myself more than the goddamned police officer. I couldn’t make a scene. He wanted me to fight. He needed the excuse to take his aggression out on me and use me as a fucking scapegoat.
Like everyone else.
And maybe I deserved it once, but not now. Not when someone else depended on me. Leah was right. My reputation preceded me, and not in a good way. It colored everyone’s perception of me. My image caused the trouble now, and I was fucked because of it.
I stared into the darkness, tasting car exhaust and the copper tang of blood from where I bit my lip in the toss to the ground.
Was she hurt too?
“You’re gonna sit right here,” Officer Burke said. “I clocked you driving fast enough to impound that pretty little car and haul your ass in for reckless driving.”
“Then let me call my lawyer so I can sue your ass for keeping me from the hospital.”
Officer Burke grinned at me, reached for his radio. He called to dispatch. “Officer Twenty-Three Thirty requesting backup at the intersection of Hayes and Fourth.”
Fuck. Me.
I clenched my fists, but I reached for my phone instead of raging. The asshole’s LED flashlight blinded me. Officer Burke grunted.
“Maybe we ought to do a sobriety test.”
Christ, I had one sip of the drink. Even if I had two shots, I was six-four and over two hundred pounds. Nothing was affecting me unless I cracked the bottle over my head as well.
Officer Burke forced me to my feet and laughed.
“Standing on one leg with that busted knee should be fun, huh, Carson? Can you do it?”
And not cause damage? And not blow my career?
“No.”
“Great, I’ll take you in for a blood-test.”
Christ. This wasn’t happening. “No. I’ll do it. Just hurry the fuck up.”
“Easy, Play-Maker. We do things slow on my field, you get me?”
Humiliation. Rage. My fear for the baby sliced through my veins.
What the hell was I supposed to do? If I didn’t get the hell out of this mess now, God only knew what Leah would endure alone.
What would happen if she lost the baby and I wasn’t there?
Officer Burke recited the instructions for the bullshit sobriety test as another cruiser pulled up. The second officer hurried to the scene, and I breathed a little easier as I recognized him.
“Jack Carson!” Officer Ryan said. “Imagine finding you in trouble again.”
If the night had one benefit, it was Officer Ryan. He was the responding officer to my car crash a few months ago, and he just delivered the police report to me last week. He greeted both of us, and I took my chance before Burke could give him the details.
“My pregnant girlfriend went to the hospital. Something’s wrong with my baby, and I’m trying to get to her.”
Officer Burke scowled. “He was going seventy off the ramp. I’m thinking of hauling him in.”
Officer Ryan was a younger guy, and the ring on his finger was loose, like it was too new and he forgot to get it resized. If anyone was going to understand a new family, I hoped it’d be him.
“You can listen to the voicemail I got.” I didn’t reach for my pocket but I pointed to where my cell was. “Come on. I just want to get to her.”
“What’s her name?”
“Leah Ruth Williams.”
“I’ll see if the story checks out.” He pulled his radio and called dispatch, detailing the information. The crackles answered after a minute or so with the records. He turned to me. “She was taken by ambulance to McGrin Regional.”
Ambulance.
Because I wasn’t there to help her.
She had to wait for strangers to rescue her. How much time had been wasted that might have helped her?
Officer Burke swore. He pointed at me. “Don’t move.”
“We should let him go,” Officer Ryan said. “He takes this to the media, says we delayed him while his girl had a problem with her pregnancy? Holy shit, talk about bad press.”
Finally, someone else’s reputation worked in my favor. Burke swore and ripped a page from his ticket book. He signed his name and tossed it at my feet. Officer Ryan nodded.
“I’ll escort you to the hospital so you don’t kill yourself or anyone else.”
My knee screamed as I rushed to the car, but I refused to let it stop me. I turned, hating to ask the question.
“Did they say if she was okay?”
Officer Ryan shook his head. “We can go find out. Follow me.”
The adrenaline slowly poisoned me. I needed to run. Fight. Hold Leah. Instead I dove into my car and, for the first time, followed the police cruiser with the flashing lights.
It didn’t give me hope.
Just the opposite.
My heart broke the closer we got to the hospital. She had been alone for so long.
I was probably too late.