What am I doing? I need to leave. I need to get out of here.
What if Carlos finds out about Enoch?
What if he hurts them after I’m married off to make sure they aren’t a threat?
I jumped when Enoch’s eyes came into focus in front of my face.
How did he get on the floor?
I blinked rapidly looking around to find Jae holding a glass of water out to me.
“Hey, you’re okay. How about some water?” Enoch said, grabbing the water from Jae and tipping the cup up to my lips.
I forced the cold liquid down my throat, realizing as it sloshed down into my queasy stomach that I was breathing way too fast.
“What’s happening?” My voice cracked as I stared back at him.
“Just a little anxiety. It’ll pass,” he said confidently.
I gulped down some air, my lips starting to feel tingly. I licked them, trying to bring feeling back to them.
Fuck. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, motherfucker.
“Enoch.” My voice was a distant whine that didn’t even sound like me.
“I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re in the living room with me and Jae. We’re just watching a show together and everything is alright. You are safe.”
Safe?God, I wanted to scream. I wasn’t safe. I’d never be safe. And neither would he and his family the longer I selfishly spent time with them.
He grabbed my hands, the water cup now on the coffee table. He placed my hand on his chest, right above his heart, pushing his hand over mine.
“Feel that? That’s my heartbeat. You feel how steady it is.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the thud, thud, beneath my fingers.
Fuck me. I can’t do this.
I need it to stop.
I can’t fucking breath. Something is wrong.
Something is wrong. I’m going to fucking die.
I can’t breathe!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
I need some drugs. I need something right now.
I need some. fucking. drugs. NOW.
“Make it stop,” I rasped. “Please.”
Blood. So much blood. It’s wet and sticky, slippery beneath my body. It’s soaking my clothes, and I can’t get up. Kush is crushing my body.
The gun is heavy. Too heavy. It feels rough yet I’m clutching it like I might accidentally drop it. I just want him to stop screaming, want them to stop hurting him. He’s begging and I still can’t do it.
“Cinco.”
