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Flashes of the worst day of my life come and mix with seeing them work on Presley. I hear someone sayclearas my hand is forcefully ripped from Presley’s, then a loud sound happens. Everything mixes…
It’s not Presley in the bed, it’s Jana.
Now it’s not Jana, it’s Presley.
Someone grabs my shoulders and shoves me backwards, pushing me out the door. I try to fight them off, but I feel myself getting weak. Not being able to take a full breath.
There’s so much blood. My mom… she’s sobbing. She dropped to her knees right in the middle of my sister’s blood and let out a scream.
I couldn’t save my sister.
I can’t save Presley.
“Stone!” I hear someone yell. Then arms are on me. Pulling me down the hall and into a room. Just like the room from before, when they told me there was nothing else they could do… No! Not Presley. She has to live.
“He needs out of the hospital. Get him outside. This is triggering him. He hasn’t been in a hospital since Jana died,” someone says.
Then more hands are on me. Pulling me. I don’t even remember getting outside, but now I’m on my knees in the moist grass.
Soft, gentle hands grab my face. “Axe, Jackson!”
My eyes snap up, meeting Raven’s tear-filled ones.
“You’re having a panic attack. Take a deep breath with me.”
I take a shallow breath and scowl at her. “I… don’t have panic… attacks.”
She laughs lightly. “Sure, Axe. Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
“Hey! Get over here. There’s a problem.”
I turn and see Rage standing there with a nurse. They both look devastated.
No.
Chapter Thirteen
Presley
“Areyougoingtobe good, Presley?” The words echo in my mind, tormenting me from all the times I have heard it before. All the times I easily submitted because I thought it was the right thing. But now? Now, I don’t know what the right thing is anymore because I have a baby to protect.
“No,” I say, forcing my voice to be even and bringing my eyes up to meet his eyes that have now turned cold.
“No?” he questions with a tilt of his head. He takes a step back, leaving a few inches between us. “No, she says.”
The first slap comes so fast I don’t have time to move, but the second his large palm connects with my cheek, a burning, stinging pain erupts, and I cry out. Dropping my bag to the ground, I grab my cheek, but then a punch to my side drops me to my knees, and a sob wrenches from my throat.
He grips my hair and yanks it back, making me look up at his looming form. My hands reach back to grab his wrist, trying to loosen his grip, but another slap to my face stops me. Freezing me in place with tears streaming down my face.
“I’ll ask again. Are you going to be good, Presley?”
“Yes,” I whisper brokenly.
Ben hums as he releases my hair and walks away, leaving me to fall to my side on the floor, curling up and sobbing.
It isn’t just you anymore, Presley. You can’t give in. You have to fight back. I take a few minutes to count as I breathe, trying to calm my erratic heart. Once I feel a little more stable, I slowly sit up and look around the hotel room. Ben is sitting in a chair in the far corner staring out the large bay windows in just his boxers. The woman that I walked in on him screwing is now long gone.
I shakily rise to my feet and walk over to the couch, taking a seat. As soon as I do, Ben looks at me. “I never wanted to do that to you, Presley. You forced my hand.”
