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I’ll do anything if it means he gets help and gets out of here, but I’m not about to show that hand quite yet.
The guy grunts before dumping the water on the end of the bed and disappearing as quickly as he arrived.
Okay, so that could have been worse.
Using my foot, I manage to hook the bottle closer.
After inspecting the lid to make sure it’s new, I open it, as confident as I can be that it hasn’t been spiked with anything that’s going to fuck me up, and I take a sip.
The first mouthful is fucking heaven, making me realise just how gross the state of my mouth was.
My eyes catch on my bare wrists and anger curls even more fiercely inside me. Fucking cunts have stolen my watch.
I’ll be having that back before I watch this fucking place—wherever the hell it is—burn to the ground with every motherfucker who did this to Zay, to Evie, to anyone whose lives they’ve fucked up inside it.
Dropping the empty bottle to the floor, I focus back on Zay, who’s still sleeping soundly on my chest.
Lifting my hand, I gently press my fingers to the back of his head to check the bleeding.
I grit my teeth when I hold them in front of me and find them coated in red once more.
“We need to get that fixed up somehow, bud.” Where the fuck is my mother when I need her?
Resting my head back against the wall, I close my eyes and only one person’s face fills my mind.
Where are you, Evie?
Did they get you?
And if they did, I hope you’re putting up one hell of a fight.
I don’t know if I was wrong about the water, or if the beating took it out of me more than I anticipated, but I somehow manage to fall asleep, shivering cold.
I wake when the door unlocks sometime later, and this time, it makes Zay stir.
Another man head to toe in black steps into the room. I’ve no idea if it’s the same one as before, and quite honestly, I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, they’re all on borrowed time.
My boys will already know I’m missing, I’m sure of it. They’ll know where I am. Where we are.
They could be outside right now ready to storm the place to get us back…
The guy has a pile of things in his hand, but again, he doesn’t say a word. He just lowers everything to the end of the bed and then leaves once again.
“What’s that?” Zay asks in a weak voice.
“I… um… I’m not sure, bud. How are you feeling?” I ask, checking over his face. His cheek is red and swollen, his right eye darkening, and his bottom lip has a nasty-looking split in it.
“Bad.”
“What happened?” I ask, slipping from beneath him to see what we’ve had delivered.
“A big black truck drove into the car on the way to school. It drove us off the road. The… the car flipped a few times.” He shakes his head as his eyes fill with tears. “I hit my head really hard against the window. I think I passed out. Then I woke up here with you.” His bottom lip trembles as he wrings his hands in his lap. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me too. If we’re together, everything will be okay. Okay?”
He nods, although he doesn’t look entirely convinced.
“My friends, my family, they’ll be working out how to get us out of this and get revenge on the men who did it,” I say confidently.
