The Cliché Cupid ||COMPLETED||✔

Chapter 40- Look At This Place, It Screams Depression.

Uh oh.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I am so fucked.

Bye bye world. It was nice being alive.

I should not have done that, but since I did, I have to deal with it and man the fuck up.

But just in case, my secret stash of candy is hidden in a compartment in my weapon drawer.

"Good news for you princess, you're good to go home, but strict diet and physiotherapy will be followed. Am I clear?" Ryder says in an authoritative tone.

"Sir. Yes, sir!" I mock salute him.

He flips me the bird and walks out of the room. Umm, rude much.

I look around the room once more, I am so glad that I'll be out of this prison soon.

I stretch my arms and yawn, god sitting and doing nothing gets really tiring.

Wtf!

I sound like an old lady, which I am no doubt, but also I am not.

Fuck it, I have officially lost my mind, not that I had it in the first place.

Sigh. Lord bless my stupid soul.

In the corner of my eye I see something, something black and shiny.

Holy fuckadoodle!

It's a brand new Harley Davidson, standing tall and proud and shiny and amazing and oh my god I am hyperventilating!

I stand up and walk to the window to get a closer look at the black beauty.

I wanna ride it so bad.

That's what she said.

Shut the fuck up.

Maybe if I sneak out and have a small round no one would find out.

It won't anyone to try.

Let's go ride this bitch.

Said no man ever.

Shut up, you immature bag of biscuits.

I slowly get up and sneak out, carefully taking out all the tubes attached to me, I'm finally starting to understand how Pinocchio felt.

I get down slowly and carefully not making a sound, I grab my slippers and slowly get out the room.

Now I have to make my way down unnoticed.

What do I do?

Just then a nurse walks past me, eurika! That's it!

I sneak up behind the nurse and follow her to the nurse's chamber, then I hide behind the curtains and wait for her to leave. As soon as she leaves, I go out and grab a nurse's outfit.

Perfect.

I quickly change into it and then walk out with pretend confidence so that no one can smell my fear.

I walk out of the hospital building and let go of the breathe that I didn't know I was holding.

I walk to the parking lot, where I saw the bike was parked.

After two minutes of searching, I found Hade's Chariot. Yes, that's what I am calling it.

I get close to it, run my hands over the shiny handles and the leather seat.