I frown. “Arrangements to do what?”
He pulls something from his pocket, and before I realize what it is, he’s already jabbed it into my leg.
Not again.
The medicine instantly courses through my veins. Everything begins to spin, and I’m slowly getting dizzier and dizzier. I try to grab the door handle and press down, but I can barely move a muscle.
“Don’t try anything,” Sam says, starting the engine. “It’ll only make things harder.”
“What the fuck are you doing, Sam?” I keep jerking the door handle.
“I just gave you some more of the sedative, that’s it. Perry said it was totally safe, don’t worry.”
He’s insane. He’s fucking insane if he thinks he’s going to get away with this.
“We’re going to have to deal with this one way or another. I’m too young to become a father.”
I finally manage to get the door open, but my body flops out like a dead fish onto the pavement. I struggle to get away from him, but with every passing second, I lose more and more of my energy.
“Sunny, stop fighting, please. I’m only doing what’s right for both of us. You’re not equipped to be a mother, and we both know that. I can help you.”
That bastard!
“Get away from me!” I huff as I crawl across the ground, but I don’t think I get farther than a couple of feet away from the car before he’s already right there to grab me and haul me over his shoulder.
“It’s gonna be okay,” he says.
The loss of control—of my humanity—is what scares me the most. But the terror has only just begun, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
Nothing.
I have no clue where he drives me to, and I float in and out of consciousness every other minute. The only thing that registers is a grimy-looking building up ahead. Flashes of light flicker in front of my eyes as I’m put on a stretcher by a doctor and a malenurse. I imprint their faces in my mind along with the names on their badges.Carlo and Paul.
My muscles refuse to move, and my eyes can barely stay open. When I blink again, I’m in a room with bright lights and machinery all around. Another doctor stands in the corner with a syringe and a mask. I read his name tag.Mike Smith. He approaches me and places the mask over my face.
“You won’t feel a thing,” he says.
Within seconds, I’m totally out, floating in a black void of non-existence.
It feels like ages have passed in the blink of an eye.
When I wake up, I’m in excruciating pain.
Lights flash in my eyes, and I can hear the machines beeping right beside me.
The doctors around me, or whoever the fuck they are, rush me down a hallway.
“Quick, quick,” one of them says. “Before the cops get here.”
I don’t know what’s going on, or what even happened to me as I’m being whisked down the hallways.
Everything hurts. Doors crack open, and the blinding light of the sun greets me. I close my eyes, still half asleep and groggy from the medicine they’ve forced into my veins. I can barely stay awake, but I have to know what’s going to happen to me.
“Hurry up,” one of the other men says. “She’s bleeding everywhere, we can’t just—”
A car rolls up to the pavement, and the two men drag me off the stretcher and into the car. They throw me into the back seat, and I groan in pain as the meds slowly begin to wear off. Something went horribly wrong. I can feel it in my bloody bones.
“Jimmy. Take her.”
