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Just in case.
I knock weakly, rocking back and forth, and doing my best not to faint. One eye keeps twitching and closing from the migraine.
I hear the lock, the handle, and Rachel appears on the other side. Her eyes are puffed, her face red. Tears were streaming down her face before she opened the door.
“Oh my god,” she gasps.
I guess I’m not really a sight for sore eyes right now. With tape still sticking to my messy hair, bloody tissues in my nostrils and blood all over me. A chair hanging from my right wrist. And just as I start feeling all of my limbs again, I realize that I’m still holding the fountain pen tightly in my left hand.
How did I cut the tape?
How did I drive?
Dragged myself all the way here?
While still holding the pen I used to kill Bianco.
One can truly do amazing things to survive.
“I’m home,” I rasp before falling into her arms.
“Lik!” she shrieks.
I’m not too sure what happens after that. The pain is too much, the darkness attempting to drag me and keep me down.
I’m sobbing. I know that for sure. Now that I’m safe, I’m letting it all out and Rachel cries with me, reassuring me that it’s over.
The cuff is cut off at some point.
Lik tends to me, he carries me upstairs, and checks my wound.
“Princess,” I keep hearing resonating in my head. “Your head…” I feel his hand at the back of my head and see the blood on his fingers. “Call Sam.”
I’m in and out. Their voices mixing with my own thoughts.
Am I going to die?
“It’s okay. We’ve got you.”
All this and I fucking die once I’m home? It’s bullshit.
“Sam will fix you. He’s almost here.”
“Stay with me, Rose.” Rachel’s voice is so worried.
“I’m just gonna close my eyes,” I whisper, knowing they’re already closed. “Just for one minute.”
I hear their simultaneousno’sbut I know it’s okay. It’s just a little rest, just for a minute or so.
A door slams and it gets busier around me.
“Lovebug,” Sam’s voice is grounding. “Lik, get me the hydration IV in my office. Bring me my stitching kit too.” His voice is sharp, his tone calm. I feel his hands on the side of my face. “Open your eyes for me, Rose.”
I groan and force myself to obey. “That’s my girl,” he smiles. “You’re one hell of a survivor, aren’t you?”
Rachel grabs my hand, kissing it like her life depends on it.
“I did it,” I smile. I must look horrifying.
