Page 38 of Echoes From Within
If I’m ever going to feel safe again, I’m going to have to be the one to make it happen.
We’re several miles outside of Harborbrook. This construction site was closed down when the funding stopped after there was a landslide half a mile up the road. It washed the road out and now it sits here looking every bit like a ghost road. However, they were building a motel along this stretch of highway and there are several rooms finished.
I make the doctor enter one of the dark rooms.
“Sit down,” I say.
Reaching into the crossbody bag I have on, I pull out two injections.
“You will inject yourself with both of those,” I demand, my voice slightly wobbling. “If you don’t I will put a bullet where you will lay here and bleed out for hours. You’re a doctor. I’m sure it won’t be a problem for you to find a vein.”
“Please, don’t,” he cries, tears actually running down his face.
“I’m doing something for you that you didn’t do for me,” I say. “I’m going to let you die in peace. You won’t feel anything, doctor. You’ll just fall asleep.”
“Please, Seven,” he begs.
“Begging will get you nowhere,” a new voice says.
Gasping, I turn, pointing my gun at the newcomer. It’s too dark to see his face.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growls.
Fear courses through my veins and I freeze. It takes me a few seconds to realize that he’s not looking at me. I see his shadowed face looking at the doctor.
“She’s a fucking maniac,” the doctor yells. “Help me. Please.”
“What are in those needles, baby?”
Baby? No one has ever called me baby except…
No way.
“Travis,” I whisper, dropping my hand.
“The needles, Sophia,” he says, looking in my direction. “What’s in them?”
“Heroine,” I admit. “One-hundred milligrams in each syringe.”
I remembered that Travis and his friends were working with the police to save us so I have a feeling that this is the end of the road for me.
Hanging my head in defeat, I don’t fight when he gently takes the gun from my hands.
“Oh, thank you,” the doctor sighs. “I thought for sure the crazy bitch was going to kill me.”
“She’s not going to kill you, doctor,” Travis says as he pockets my gun.
“Thank you, kind sir,” he cries.
“But, you’ll wish she had by the time I get through with you.”
I’m not sure who is more shocked, me or the doctor.
“Babygirl, this is my brother, King,” he tells me. “He’s going to take you to his truck and get you safely inside.”
For the first time, I notice the tall black man leaning against the door frame of the room. The look in his eyes as he glares at the doctor has me cowering back.
“He’s safe, Sophia,” Travis tells me. But I don’t dare remove my eyes from the new threat. There isn’t a single thing safe about the man watching the doctor.