Oh fuck no, this isn’t happening. Not to me.
“It’s only for a while, until you calm down,” he says.
I kick and shove the blankets off. “Fuck no, get that thing away from me!”
But he grips my arm in the flurry of hate and stabs the needle into my veins.
Within seconds, everything becomes blurry. Numb.
And I fall into a dreamless, dark sleep that feels never-ending.
Every time I come to,Sam feeds me drinks and food and lets me use the bathroom, and I’m too out of it to realize what’s happening. He’s jabbed my body several times over the past few days. I don’t know how much time has passed or how many times he’s drugged me.
But I have seen the sun passing in the window.
I heard the chirping of the birds and the howling of the wolves in the woods of Priory Forest.
And I heard the people in the room next door, who were busy with the drugs, whispering about me.
But there was nothing I could do.
Nothing but wait …
Wait until Sam stopped drugging me and let me exist.
Only for a while, he said.
That was a lie.
Men.
Always the fucking lies.
When I finally wake up forreal, I suck in the air and smell the scent of leather and … metal? I blink a couple of times to get my bearings, as my brain feels fried. For some reason… I’m in a car.
“What are you doing?” I mutter, trying to understand. “How did I get here?”
Sam’s behind the wheel. “I cut you free from the ropes and put you in my car. We’re going somewhere.”
“How long has it been?” I ask, completely out of it still.
“A week. Maybe a bit more.”
Fuck me.
“I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t think of anything else. I’m sorry, Sunny. But I can’t let you do this to me.”
I can’t even keep my eyes open.
“Look at us. We’re not parent material. We hang with criminals. You’re a killer, for crying out loud.”
My head is still pounding. It’s way too early for a conversation like this, especially after what he did to me.
“Is this … this is about the kid,” I reply.
I never should’ve gone to him. I never should’ve told him.
“What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to be happy about this?” He balls his fist. “No. I already made arrangements.”
