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She’s fucking driving me nuts. As much as I want to be here with her, I can’t stand that she’s thinking so negatively of my gestures. All I want to do is help her.
    Why is she doing this?
    Is she trying to push me away?
    “Well, you should. It’s unnerving to sit here and want to help when all you seem to do is push away those that want to be near you.”
    She moves to sit up in the bed, a look of pain flitting across her face.
    “You have some nerve; you don’t know what I’ve been through tonight, let alone in my lifetime. Don’t you judge me, either.”
    What the fuck?
    She has a lot of nerve telling me what I should be doing. I’m not the one who is sitting in a bed because of poor judgment. The rage I’ve tried so hard to push back tonight is coming to the surface. Not only have I tried to be here for her, but the prick and the asshole obviously have some connection to her…they have to care about her, even if it’s just a little. I have no choice but to walk away. Turning my back to her, I pause for a moment—I need to get something off of my chest.
    “I don’t know if you’re just clueless or intentionally push people away, Gretchen. All I know is that there are two guys somewhere in this place that care about you. They may not show it right now because they’re more focused on your other friends, but maybe one day you’ll learn to follow your heart instead of your brain mashed up in that thick skull of yours.”
    With those last words, I again walk away from my mysterious stranger.
    Storming through the ER, I rush to the elevator to catch my breath. Once inside, I lean my head into my hands and breathe out a loud burst of air because all I want to do is scream.
    How could things between us turn so bad so quickly?
    I need to get myself out of here, like now.
    Busting through the elevator doors, I move to the employee lounge to grab my things. As I slam my locker door, the sound of metal slapping metal echoes throughout the small space. My head is pounding, my heart’s racing, and my mind is filled with frustration because of her .
    As I move through the rest of the hospital toward the parking garage, a million thoughts enter my mind.
    What did I do wrong?
    What could I have done to change the way things happened between us?
    What will I do now that I know very well that I’m not wanted nor needed by the one person I thought could help me overcome my darkness?
     

 
    Chapter 7
    Pulling out of the parking garage, I slam on the gas pedal, creating a screeching sound along the pavement. My mind is enraged, my thoughts a jumbled puzzle. I don’t know what the hell just happened or where I went wrong, but this is my life and things like this just seem to happen.
    I’ve known there was something about her since the first moment I set eyes on her in the diner. I wanted nothing more than to move to her and stand up for her. Today, I thought she was brought back into my life for a reason, but apparently I was wrong. As much as I had hoped I could be the one to help her in her time of need, all she wanted was to push me away.
    I can’t stand for that anymore. The days of me being torn, tattered, and abused are in my past.
    Throughout my life, all I’ve ever known is people that would take me as a fool and toss me to the side. My foster parents and siblings, my peers, coworkers, and even strangers looked to me as if I was an object, not a man with a heart and soul.
    When will I finally be able to find that one person that will make me realize that I’m worth more than shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe?
    Slamming my hands against the steering wheel, I let out a groan of frustration.
    As I pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex, I’m unsure as to how I got here. My mind was so busy dwelling on my life that I drove home on autopilot.  Parking the car, I get out and move up the stairs to my home. It may not be much, but  it’s what I