Chapter 13
Jia
My head…
Why the hell did it feel like it was going to explode?
Fall off, and explode.
I had the distinct memory of being back at college at that frat party. Maybe I was still there.
Billy Taylor put something in my drink. I was sure of it. We were playing poker at the frat house and he’d been trying to get me to go out with him for weeks, but I was more interested in Jake Harvey, the Sigma Kappa vice president. I’d had my eye on him for weeks, but he didn’t know that.
He also didn’t know that I was only at that party to check him out.
My plan backfired though when I’d started feeling sick and the room started spinning. Billy took me to his room and started taking my clothes off. Then Jake came and stopped him.
I remembered it, and remembered it happen. I also remembered that I ended up in hospital because whatever the fuck he’d given me made me so sick I was down for weeks.
When I got back to college I was told he’d just disappeared. No one had seen or heard of him again.
That was the workings of Pa…
My eyes fluttered open and the bright light pierced into them like the bright rays of the sun, far too bright and it wasn’t sunlight.
Where was I?
Where the hell was I?
This wasn’t college. That already happened, and Pa had told me I wouldn’t have to worry about Billy anymore.
No one ever saw or heard from him again. The thought twisted my insides because I didn’t know what happened to him. Was he dead or alive? Pa never told me. He wouldn’t.
It tore at my insides for years.
It tore at me even as I thought about it now.
Pa did something to him.
It wasn’t, however, something I could worry about now or any other time, that was eight years ago. And I was here, wherever this place was and the memories of what had happened to me were starting to filter into my mind.
Balthazar Kane had captured me. I’d tried to save myself. I remembered all the horrible things he said to me and tried to save myself, then someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with a cloth that contained something strong and pungent. Some kind of knock out solution like chloroform.
It felt like I’d been out cold for days.
I squinted against the light and pried my eyes open again. I lifted my head and looked around me at the four white walls that greeted me. The place looked like one of those cells you’d see in a psychiatric hospital minus the bed. Instead of the bed was the chair I was sitting on, with my hands tied to my back.
That was as much as I knew.
The door creaked and the round handle turned.
I shuffled up straight so I could see who was coming in and tried not to look so helpless.
The sight of the man who came in made me gasp.
That was… his name was Ethan. He wore a black patch over his eye. I remembered him from the warehouse back in Vegas where I’d seen Xander. That was when I first found out who Xander was. This man was talking to him, giving him orders. He’d told him he might have to kill me.
What was going on?
