“Get out.” I whirl around in my seat at the sound of Michael’s voice. The door bangs into the wall just showing the force at which he opened it with.
“Sorry?” Tyler says, clearly confused by what is happening.
“You will be if you don’t get out of here.”
“Michael,” I say, appalled and astounded that he has barged in here.
“What’s going on?” Tyler asks.
My eyes are fixed on Michael, so I have no idea what expression is written on Tyler’s face.
“I need to speak to Lucy, alone.”
“Um, Lucy?” Tyler says, clearly asking me what he should do.
Michael’s eyes bore into mine, and I know that if I don’t do this now then it will only make things worse in the long run. I do the only thing that I have done throughout my entire relationship with Michael. I cower.
“Just go, Tyler, we won’t be long.”
“Oh, okay. Shall I come back in about five minutes?” Tyler asks.
“We’ll come and get you when we’re done,” Michael answers before I have a chance to. He doesn’t want just five minutes with me.
“Right.” I watch as Tyler walks to the door and leaves the room, the sound of the door shutting behind him seeming to echo all around me. There is a blind on the door, which Michael pulls down before locking the door, trapping me in here with him.
Oh shit. I’m in so much trouble.
It’s the last thought that I have before a searing pain radiates through my skull and I black out.
Chapter Fifty
I’m in hell
I hear a pounding.
It hurts my ears.
A voice screaming, shouting my name.
I try to call out but my mouth fills with vomit, stopping me from responding.
I turn my head to the side and empty the contents of my mouth.
The smell is acrid, the taste is vile.
My eyes are closed, and I battle to open them.
My head hurts. The pain searing.
“Lucy, Lucy, wake up,” a panicked voice, someone’s breath tickling my ear lobe. “Lucy, baby, please wake up.”
I try to tell the person that I can’t, but still my voice won’t work. My lips can’t form the words that they need to.
“I’m so sorry, Lucy. I love you, don’t ever forget that I love you. Everything that I have done is for you.”
I want to ask questions, get answers to the confusion that is swirling around my brain.
My eyelids begin to flutter, but a slither of light hits my eyes and I cry out. It’s too bright. I squeeze my eyes back together, shutting myself in darkness.
