Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
That’s when I noticed the DPD sticker on the side door.
Whoops.
“You’re nuts.” Keda sighed. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t pull you over.”
“He won’t,” I said. “Freedom of speech and all that jazz.”
“Oh, whatever.” She laughed as I continued to maneuver through traffic. “Are you excited?”
I all but bounced in my seat as I took the exit for the stadium. “I’m ecstatic.”
Fifteen minutes later, we were showing our tickets at the door.
When we got inside, a helpful woman showed us to our seats—VIP tickets were the freakin’ best!—and we waited.
The arena slowly filled up all around us, people from all walks of life, some dressed up, some not so dressed up, finding their seats and talking loudly.
We weren’t the only ones excited.
Everyone was.
The comedian, Taite DeRosa, was one of the biggest names in the business right now. He was up there with Taylor Swift and Eminem in rankings lately on Spotify—and I would know since Keda made it her mission in life to convince me he was funny by sending me TikToks of him every day.
“Do you want to get something…” I was about to ask if she wanted a drink or something when the lights started to dim.
“Absolutely not,” she whispered.
Grinning at her excitement, I leaned back in my chair and clenched my hands in front of me.
“Hello, Dallas!” Taite called out. “How is everyone tonight?”
Everyone cheered, including Keda and I.
The show started, and soon we were laughing so hard our bellies hurt.
“This show is the absolute best,” I whispered to my girl twenty-five minutes later.
Together, we’d all but followed our favorite comedian online, learned when he would be touring in our area, and had stalked his ticket sales to snag a couple.
And today was the day.
We were here, and enjoying life, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Keda was smiling.
Keda looked at me with wide eyes. “Yeah, but I have to pee so bad, and I don’t want to miss any of it!”
Keda looked torn.
On one hand, she had issues with her bladder. Issues that meant that she had almost zero control of anything when it came to her needing to use the restroom.
She’d been in a car wreck about eighteen months ago that had literally changed her entire life.
One, she’d broken seven bones in her body. Her femur, tibia, fibula, hip, and several bones in her foot, all on her right side from where she was slammed into by a semi-truck.
For the last year and a half, we’d done nothing but help her heal.
The only problem was, she’d gained a lot of weight, struggled every day with her mental health, and ultimately struggled through life.
She had bladder incontinence issues and had to wear a diaper while out just in case. She sometimes struggled with forming the right words. And even worse, she had severe issues with her breathing at times.
“Just go,” I urged. “I’ll go with you.”
She was already shaking her head. “Absolutely not. You watch. I’ll be back.”
She sighed and stood up, accidentally knocking her chair over.
The racket was rather loud, but as she bent over and picked it up, her dress rode up just a tad bit too high, revealing the bottom of her padded adult diaper.
“Shoot, shoot, shoot,” Keda whispered frantically.
“Is that fat bitch wearing a diaper?”
I froze, surprised to hear those words come out so loudly, from all around me.
I slowly looked toward the stage to see the comedian who’d gotten us through some of our darkest times pointing and laughing at Keda.
Keda, who now had tears streaming down her face, looked on in horror.
I stood up, my hands fisted, and snarled, “You can go fuck yourself, Taite DeRosa!”
“Ohh, big scary.” Taite waived his hands in front of him like he was facing an angry child and not a seething mad adult. “You’re hot, though. Why don’t you come up here?”
I scoffed and snatched up my purse. “You fucking wish, fuck face. Come on, Keda. Let’s get out of here.”
There were people laughing all around us, but I didn’t pay any of them any attention.
Instead, I walked with Keda to the bathroom where she hurriedly did her business.
I waited outside the stalls, hating the look of defeat on her face as she came out.
“You want to go eat?” I asked, hoping she’d say yes, but knowing she’d say no.
Not after what that asshole had done.
“Um, no,” she said softly. “I just want to go home.”
I cursed Taite DeRosa all the way back to Keda’s apartment.
The drive to her place was done in relative peace.
We hit no traffic, and before long, I was pulling up to her apartment’s front door. When we stopped, I had my hand on the door handle intending to get out with her, but she put her hand out. “I love you, Hollis. I really do. But I need a little bit of space right now.”