Four hours later my plane landed in Albany and I immediately hauled a cab down, telling him to take me to the hopsital nearest to the arena and he didn't say a word as he sped off down the road, getting me closer and closer to Brock's side. That's when thoughts of Steve entered my mind and it really confused me. How could I care about Brock so much, but yet think about Steve as well? I was so confused as the cab driver pulled up to the hospital and I threw him a fifty and rushed out, not even bothering to recieve my change as I ran down the hallways, pleading for someone to tell me where Brock's room was. I finally seen a nurse coming out of a patients and by the looks of all the bloody rags, I knew it had to be Brock so I waited until she was gone and then sneaked into the room, tears instantly stinging my eyes when I seen Brock laying on the bed with a huge bandage wrapped around his forehead and he looked all banged up from my father's assault.
Nothing was hooked up to him except an IV that was attached to a bag of fresh blood, which made me sick to my stomach because I knew then and there that he had to have a blood transfusion from the extensive loss of blood he had lost in the match against my father. I slowly walked over to his prone form and leaned down, touching the bandage gently with my fingertips as a few tears spilled down my cheeks. God why did I have to care for him so much? And why was I having feelings for Steve all of a sudden?
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see Brock's eyes flutter open until I felt his hand rest on top of mine, making me snap my head up to stare in his pale blue ones. He leaned up and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, making my hand automatically cover his, never breaking eye contact.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his words very raspy.
"I was watching the match and when I seen the blood I came running. God what was my father thinking?!" I exclaimed softly, not wanting to give him a bigger headache than he probably already had.
"I don't know to tell you the truth. All he kept saying was that I would never get close to you." Brock stated, his eyes filled with so many different emotions.
"Okay why would he keep saying that? I mean we're just friends, right?" I asked, wanting to make sure that's what Brock thought we were.
"Yeah sure we are Molly. I do care for you though as a friend and wouldn't let anything happen to you." Brock confessed his feeling partially, sighing with relief when he seen her gorgeous smile light up the room.
"Oh Brock I care for you too. I guess this means your sessions will be extended eh?" I joked, trying to lift his spirits a little.
Brock chuckled and said, "Only if you'll have me."
My breath caught in my throat when I heard those words escape his lips and I don't know what came over me, but I lost all control and motion of my body as I leaned down and brushed my lips against his in a soft kiss.
Steve's heart broke into a million pieces as he watched the woman he had fallen in love with kiss the other man who had fallen for her. His blood boiled, knowing his plan had just backfired and it was very frustrating to say the least. Steve knew this meant war for both him and Brock and right now, Brock had won this battle, but Steve was determined now more than ever to win the war and Molly's heart. He walked away, trying to think up his next devious plan to be rid of Brock long enough to win over Molly before Brock swept her away from him forever.
Chapter 10
When we broke the kiss, the shock washed over me and reality hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized exactly what I had done. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stepped away from Brock, his expression a mixture of confusion, which broke my heart because I had confused him even more and myself in the process.
"I'm so sorry Brock. I don't know what came over me..." I trailed off when I realized nothing would help this situation.
"Come here Molly." He gently commanded, making me lower my eyes as I did as he asked, not able to look him in the eyes after what I had done.
Brock picked my chin up with his strong hand, making me stare deep in his blue eyes and that's when tears spilled down my cheeks as I realized that I truly was in love with this man hook, line and sinker. I loved him, but why the Hell did I keep thinking of Steve?
"You love me, don't you?" Brock asked in more of a statement than an actual question.
"Yes." I whispered, not believing what I was saying, but I knew I had to tell him who else I was in love with. "That's not all though Brock."
Brock's eyes never left mine as more tears slid down my cheeks and I couldn't take it anymore as I turned on my heels and ran out of the room, not able to tell him who else I was in love with. What the Hell was a girl to do when she was in love with not one, but two men?! I just kept running until I was out of the hospital and clear into the night, not caring where I was ended up. All that mattered to me was the fact that I was away from Brock and Steve, needing to clear my mind about this whole situation.
Steve watched her run down the street like her very life depended on it and immediately roared up his truck and sped down the road after her, not wanting Molly to hurt herself over Brock. He didn't know she was in love with him too as he stopped the truck, just rolling around two miles an hour as he seen her run right beside the truck.
"Hey darlin'! Whatcha doin' out here in the middle of the night?" Steve asked, making me look up at him as I stopped, needing to catch my breath.
"It's none of your business Steve quite frankly." I stated, my eyes tired, but I couldn't go anywhere with this man, that much I knew.
"That might be the case Molly, but I do care for you and we're friends. Why doncha lemme take ya to the hotel so ya can get yerself a room? Ya look exhausted darlin'." Steve said thoughtfully, wondering why she was so hesitant to take a ride with him.
I thought about what he said, knowing he was right, but could I trust myself with him long enough to get back to the hotel and get a room? I just smiled somewhat and nodded my head reluctantly yes as Steve got out of the truck and lifted me into his big monster looking black truck and closed the passenger side door and as soon my head hit the back of the seat, I closed my eyes and feel into a restful slumber with thoughts of both Steve and Brock running through my mind and my dreams.
Steve looked over at Molly's sleeping form and smiled, knowing there was no way he was going to let the opportunity for her to sleep in his arms pass him by. He put his truck in drive and sped toward the hotel. Five minutes later Steve arrived and pulled into the hotel parking lot, shutting his engine off and got out of the driver's side of the truck, walking over and opening the passenger door and gently eased Molly's prone body in his strong arms, shutting the door with his boot and carrying her into the backdoor of the hotel and up to his room, hoping she wasn't upset when she woke up in the morning.
