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My breathing picks up.
"DADDY…."
I hear Lilah scream; there's a commotion, but all I see is Abram. He's laughing, ready to shoot, when Noah steps into my view, his big, tattooed hands cupping my face.
"Breathe for me, wildcat; your ok, breathe for me."
I feel my eyes get droopy; I'm tired.
"Doc, it's been three days, and the only sign of life was two days ago when she had a panic attack. I mean, fuck, you've had to put an IV in."
I can hear the worry in his voice and the pain.
My eyes are still closed, and I feel dirty, like my body is full of Abram's blood.
"We'll give her another few hours; if she hasn't made any progress, then we're going to have to admit her, Slicer."
Doc sounds defeated; I can hear it in his voice; he doesn't want to admit me, and I know I should speak.
I can feel myself coming back, but I don't. I feel dirty; I need to clean myself; I can't have anyone tainted by the blood.
"FUCK!"
Noah shouts before I hear a scuffle, then the door closes.
I open my eyes and see I'm in a room that looks like a hospital ward, but the window sees out to the clubhouse gardens. I slowly get up, and my stomach grumbles. I unhook my IV before looking around. There are several beds and hospital equipment around the room with two doors. One is to leave the room, and the other, I'm hoping, is a shower. I'm still in my scrubs, and I look down.
Blood.
I'm covered in blood; it's all I can see.
I rush into the room that I think is a bathroom and breathe a sigh of relief when I see it. I turn on the shower and climb in, fully clothed, walking under the spray.
I hear a noise and quickly turn around.
Abram.
He's full of blood too; he's grinning at me, a gun in his hand, his cold, dead eyes relishing in my fear. I slowly slide down the shower wall, keeping my body under the hot spray, hoping to become clean. I place my head in my hands, wishing for Abram to leave me alone. He was a child molester; he didn't deserve to live after buying my daughter. He laughs manically, mocking me and my fear.
"Please, please, go away, please," I repeat over and over, hoping he listens.
Chapter 26
Slicer
I sigh and rub my hand over my head, ignoring the man bun I've got in place. Doc had to drag me away from the medical room where my girl was.
three days, and she hasn't said a word. She'll blink or she'll sleep, but she isn't there; her eyes are vacant; she's not with us.
The guilt is eating her alive.
That's the difference between my girl and me; she feels the guilt while I relished slicing that bastard up for wanting to buy my family for his, and I'll do it again and again if I have to.
Just the memory of his fear gives me satisfaction.
I grin wide, seeing the fear on this guy's face as I put the tip of my blade to his forehead.
"P-please, y-you took my son; p-please have m-mercy. I-I have a w-wife."
