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The lamp is on when I open the door. Landon hates light in his space unless it’s his lamps by his drawing desk. Banks is smiling back at me when I look over to the bed where she is sitting fully clothed and looks to be showered. Landon must have collected her things from the basement.
“He is getting dressed.” She looks at me timidly, and I nod, acknowledging her, but not saying anything.
Standing against the door frame, we wait for my brother. Finally, he comes out and takes one look at me, already knowing what’s next.
“Banks, we are doing this because we have to. You made us do this, it’s almost fucking over I swear.” Landon holds her face, convincing her that it will be ok. It won’t. She will fucking hate this next part.
I walk over and her eyes find mine. Tears begin to well in hers and her face reddens. She is terrified.
Taking the syringe out of my pocket, I move quickly, jabbing it into her neck and pushing down until everything in it is gone.
Venom.
“No, no, no,” she whimpers, holding onto Landon’s biceps. Her pupils dilate almost immediately. This chick is going to beseeing shit for hours. This was our only choice, we don’t need her remembering how to get to our house.
Tears trail down her cheeks. I want to feel bad, but I don’t. This was always the game plan.
“Keep your eyes open and relax, breathe in and out Banks. Stay calm, it won’t be as bad as long as you just relax,” Landon tries to coax her down from her anxiety.
She nods, trying to regulate her breathing, then whispers. “You kissed her and it made me so mad. You kissed her on purpose and had him show me on purpose.” Landon looks at her confused.
“Now is not the time for this conversation, Banks. It’s time to go home.” I cut in.
I provide a round trip service, she came into the house over my shoulder and she will be leaving it the same way. Nudging Landon, he moves out of the way reluctantly. I grab Banksy and toss her over, and slap her ass for good measure.
“No, you're making it spin. Please make it stop.” I roll my eyes at her, this girl cannot handle drugs, fuck.
Landon grabs the keys to the Rover, and we head out.
Banks is layingin the backseat when we pull up to her apartment. It’s early enough in the morning that no one should see us. And if they do, we are just helping our advisor out with something.
Getting out of the car, I open the back door. It’s closest to her place so less people can sneak a peek if they happen to be lurking. We both help Banks get out of the car. Her eyes arestill closed, and she has been practicing her breathing the entire fucking ride here, no idea if it’s working, but she hasn’t been complaining as much. I wrap my arm around her neck casually, so she can lean on me as we walk. Landon walks slightly ahead of us, unlocking her door, then shouts, “Ms. Lewis, which light did you need help with in here?”
This kid is smart. She doesn’t reply, so I do for her, “It was her living room one, dumbass. She just told you.” He rolls his eyes at me and heads inside, we follow behind, closing the door. We get inside and he takes her from me. Her place is small, with an open living room and kitchen with a hallway that has two rooms off it.
“We are going to put you to bed. I put my number in your phone if you need anything, but you should be fine. It will wear off in a couple of hours and you will be fine. Just enjoy the fucking ride, Banks. See the fucking stars floating in front of you, got it?” Landon tells her as we make it into her room. It is pretty bare, only a bed, dresser, and a chair in the corner. I lift the blankets up on her bed as he sits her down on the edge, kneeling down to take her shoes off, then grabbing her ankles and rotating her to lay down. She looks up at us through her long lashes, her green eyes unable to focus.
“Don’t get up. Just ride this shit out. It’s going to be fine. Landon will bring you some water in case you get thirsty, but just lay here and breathe. Remember what I said, breathe in and out, ok?” I hear Landon’s footsteps walking out behind me. My hand cups her cheek as she nods against it, acknowledging what I am saying.
“Good job, Banksy.”
Landon comes back in with a glass of water, placing it on her nightstand.
“You call us and only us if you need anything, understood? You will be ok, give it a couple hours and you will be fine.”Landon reassures her. I only gave her half the dosage we did the night we took her, so it’s not nearly as intense of a trip this time around. He leans over, kissing her forehead before he heads out of her room.
As we leave her apartment, I yell back inside, “See you at practice, Ms. Lewis.” Playing off the rest of our charade as if nothing has happened. Just as we close the door behind us, my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s Coach. Picking it up as we walk to the Rover. “Coach, miss me already?”
“Fuck’s sake, Cooper, it's way too early for your shit. Adams is coming in tomorrow, which means I have to rework the lines. So the guys I have to move will also be here. Which means you have to fucking cuddle them after I tell them of the line changes or whatever the fuck it is you do to make them feel better. Suck their cocks, I don’t know and I don’t care, Cooper. Just fucking be here early. Adams will bag skates and workout with you guys. I have no fucking clue what shape he is coming back to us in. Understood?” Coach Taylor shouts at me through the phone.
Landon is snickering next to me. “Sorry, Coach, but I think I misheard you. You want me to cuddle the guys, then suck their dicks to make them feel better after you tell them about the line changes tomorrow? On Sunday? The day of the lord and you would like me to honor him by doing that?”
“Cooper, you motherfucker. I said it is too early for your shit, didn’t I? Be at the rink by six am. Bring your brother, we are starting early tomorrow. How is that for celebrating the lord’s day?” Then he hangs up the phone.
Landon and I both burst out laughing hysterically. Coach was on one today. Every so often he gets riled up, and this is one of those times. With line changes mid-season while we are on a winning streak. Guy has to be freaking out. I’m not worried, we are an adaptable team. Change challenges us and only makes us stronger. Plus, getting Lynx back is a fucking relief. He ismy right hand on the ice, and I have fucking missed him this season. Don’t get me wrong, Smitty has been awesome, but Lynx and I have played together for years. We know each other's next move before we even do it. You can’t beat that level of on-ice chemistry.
“Fuck bro, lets get out of here.” I’m still laughing as Landon shakes his head, smirking while putting the Rover into gear and takes off.
What a fucking morning this has been.
