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Chapter Thirty-Eight
My eyes fluttered open. My body aching in places that I wasn’t even sure I knew existed, and the pain in my head, it was very real. I groaned, rolling over, wanting so badly to just make it go away.
Why wouldn’t it go away!
“Hey,” a soft deep voice whispered, making me jolt back and the memories came flooding in.
I was with Eric. He wasn’t the man I thought he was. He wanted to hurt me. Tosellme. He kept giving me those pills, and I stopped fighting him. I’d turned back into a junkie, just wanting the pain and the noise to go away.
The noise!
I could hear it in my ears, it was buzzing like there was a bee flying around my head. I tried to grab it, ending up with fistfuls of my hair in my hands.
“Sugar!” the voice hissed, and I stilled. They grabbed my wrists and gently pulled them away from my head, my fingers slowly becoming detangled from my hair until my arms were pressed down by my sides.
It wasn’t him.
Not Eric.
Someone else.
Eric didn’t call me Sugar.
Only the club called me Sugar.
I forced my eyes open, my eyelids so heavy I was straining just to move them, my breathing heavy.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
Tears instantly sprung to my eyes, and I let out a loud sob.
It was Wrench.
My eyes were blurred, but I could see his face, his body, and that damn cap that he never went anywhere without. That cap that I absolutely fucking loved. He didn’t say anything else, just sat silently, his hand slipping into mine and our fingers intertwining. It reminded me of the first time he’d sat with me as I broke down. Only this time, I wanted his touch. My head was in a daze, and I needed to physically feel him there with me, I needed to know that he wasn’t going to leave me.
He held a glass of water up in front of me, and I sipped at it greedily, my throat raw and scratchy.
“Just a little bit,” Wrench warned. “Or you’ll make yourself sick.”
He pulled the glass away, and I pouted as an uncontrollable tremor went through my body. With Wrench beside me, the noise soon faded into the background, the sound of his deep masculine voice, so much more powerful. The other symptoms, though, they were still there. My mind was starting to catch on and piece together what had happened, flashes of memories sending chills through me. The effects of the drugs wearing off and leaving me with the physical withdrawals, though they were just as debilitating. My hands trembled as I searched for Wrench’s hands, the warmth of his skin soothing the chill that was settling over my skin.
“You’ll get through this,” he said simply. “And I’ll be here with you.”
Every part of me believed him.
There was no doubt in my mind that Wrench would stand with me.
It was a setback. Like I’d made it to the edge of the swimming pool, just to be picked up and tossed into the deep end again. But I had more than one reason to fight and come back stronger than before.
Wrench was my shelter from the storm that raged inside me, the thing that kept me grounded when I felt as though I was being swept away.
Then there was my baby girl. Harlyn was the reason I kept fighting to begin with, the reason I kept moving forward. I was on a mission to prove to her that anything was possible, no matter how much people tried to break you down.
I may not have believed that myself for a long time, but I would stand my ground now.
With her helping me move forward and him by my side, there was no way I could lose.
Sugar was in the hospital for a little over a day before her vitals returned to normal. The large amount of drugs he’d given her was almost like a fucking cocktail of death. It wasn’t just ‘Manic’ he’d forced into her system, she’d also had sedatives and other pills. Basically, Eric wanted to make her dopey, addicted and horny. All things that would appeal to her new owner.
