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Minute after minute. Hour after hour. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.
Every second is a nightmare in the making.
My body is being controlled by all of the anger, sadness, fear, and hopelessness. I feel myself fall to my knees on a hard floor. I’m simply a backseat driver as my hands reach into the drawer, unzip a bag, and pull out a blade.
I can only watch as my hand presses the blade against my wrist, applies pressure, and slides smoothly across my skin, slicing the vein in two.
I lean against the sink as I watch all of that anger drain out of me. The sadness lingers but the fear and hopelessness are withering away.
Finally, I can get some rest.
Chapter Fifteen
Venom
“I think we should have him sit here and soak in the view for a few days,” King says once we have the doctor secured inside his very own cage.
“We’ll have to remember to come back and give him some food and water so he doesn’t die prematurely,” Ghost answers.
“I won’t eat or drink anything you give me,” the doctor says.
“Then I’ll shove a tube down your fucking throat and force it into your stomach myself,” King says. “The choice is your doctor but the end results will be the same. You decide how you want that to happen.”
“Somethings bothering me about the look in her eyes when we left her,” Doc says.
“She’s just scared and tired,”I answer.
“No, I’ve seen that look before. Somethings off.”
“Everything okay, brother?” Ghost asks.
“I think you should at least call her,”Miles says.
“Yeah,” I answer Ghost. “My alters are talking.”
Pulling out my phone, I find her number and hit call.
Straight to voicemail.
“She needs space,”I say to the alters.“I don’t want to freak her out with how strong of a pull I feel towards her. We’ll go over in the morning.”
“Doc and Miles are worried about Sophia,” I tell the room. Ghost, Steel, Blaze, and Jax all met us at the underground chamber beneath the clubhouse. This isn’t the scene for Knox so he and Prospect Colt are still upstairs.
“Is there a reason to be concerned?” Jax asks.
“Considering we found her on a deserted highway inside of a partially built motel about to kill this fucker, I would say yes,” King says, clearly annoyed with the stupid questions.
“I’ll go over and check on her in the morning,” I repeat what I told the alters. “I can come on a bit strong and the conversation we need to have will be tough as it is. She needs to rest.”
The men mumble to themselves as we head back up the stairs, kicking off the lights to the chamber. The doctor’s sudden screams are silenced as we close and seal the door.
As soon as we walk back into the clubhouse, a pain shoots behind my eyes and I fall into darkness.
I’m not sure how long I’m out before I open my eyes to King looking down at me.
“Took you long enough,” he says.
I want to shut my eyes and just lay my head back on the floor where I must have fallen. Except, my brain doesn’t do what I tell it to. Instead, I’m standing and walking back out the door.