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She cries out as the knife clatters to the floor, bouncing off the concrete before settling.
“He was never going to do it. You brought a doctor with fucking morals to perform a backroom abortion on someone unwilling.”
He raises his hand, and I know what he’s going to do before it happens. Tommy hits her with a closed fist, hard enough to send her sprawling. She hits the ground with a cry that would bother me if she was anyone else, but I don’t feel sorry for her at all.
“Tommy…” Skye whispers his name, clearly shocked by his actions, but he isn’t listening to her.
He stalks towards the woman, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head back so she’s forced to look at him. For the first time since she entered this room, that cocky demeanour wavers. She’s scared of him.
“That fucking mouth of yours will get you killed one day, Scarlett.” He shoves her away, making her whimper as she crawls back against the wall, tugging her knees up to her chest. There is a red mark on her face, and her lip is bleeding.
He steps away, moving towards the bed, his hands interlacing at the back of his head as he screams out, “Fuck!”
I keep my eyes locked on him as the knot at my other hand comes loose enough for me to slip out.
Tommy seems oblivious to my presence in the room, which I’m fucking grateful for. His preoccupation with Skye and the doctor keeps me off his radar.
He stares down at Skye before turning his gaze to the doctor. “Walk me through what to do.”
The doctor lifts his eyes as if it takes monumental effort. She stabbed him low in the gut, and although he’s trying to keep pressure on the wound, blood spills between his fingers, staining his hands. “Fuck you,” he snarls at him.
Tommy’s lips curl down, and he steps towards the doctor, but the sound of gunfire from somewhere deep in the building stops him. “What now?” he growls.
He steps towards the door, pulling a gun from under his coat.
“Try not to stab anyone else.” He directs this warning at the woman, Scarlett.
She doesn’t look up, her face still hidden in her knees as he disappears from the room.
My gaze falls on the knife lying on the floor, but I shift my attention to the doctor. There is sweat on his top lip, and his skin is ashen and clammy. His eyes meet mine, and I look towards the knife, hoping he will understand what I mean.
He must, because his eyes lift towards Scarlett, who still has her head buried in her knees.
He shakes his head, and I see the fear in his eyes, but if we’re going to get out of here, he has to get his shit together.
I gesture back towards the knife, trying again to free my hand, but this knot is too tight for me to get my fingers under.
His head tips back against the wall, his breathing laboured, but he stretches out his leg, and I’m elated when he gets a toe to the handle.
His gaze splits between what he’s doing and the girl as the gunfire continues to reverberate throughout the building.
Inch by inch, he pulls it closer, careful not to make noise. When it’s within reaching distance, I hold my breath as he keeps a hand pressed against his side, swallowing his scream of pain as he leans forwards and grabs it.
I hold my free hand out, flashing my fingers at him in a ‘give it to me’ motion. He shuffles on his bottom, moving close enough that I’m able to stretch and grab it from him.
Scarlett chooses that moment to lift her head. Carefully, I conceal the knife against the outside of my thigh, hiding it from her view, but it’s not me she’s focused on. The look on her face sends a tendril of anxiety through me.
My eyes locked on her, I carefully saw through the rope around my middle as she stalks towards the fallen table and equipment.
Her movements are stiff, and I see how affected she is by the violence she just experienced. But she bends down and starts to sift through the stuff.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Scarlett says, and it takes me a moment to realise she’s talking to Skye.
“You don’t have the first clue what I’m thinking,” Skye fires back.
I wish I could see her face, reassure her that I’m almost free.
Scarlett stands, picking something up that I can’t make out as she pulls it up her sleeve.
