“Nothing yet, and I don’t think anything will happen, to be honest,” I reply to Carter, but I want to tell them they are overreacting, untilsomethinghappens. “Shit.”
“What? What’s going on!?” Carter sounds scared, and he’s screaming loudly.
“The room is spinning… I can’t…” I lean against the narrow walls, trying to stop this sensation with my hands. Somehow, I think I can stop this dizziness just by doing this.
Shit, it doesn’t work.
“It’s okay. Do not leave the bathroom until the effects are gone.” Rage’s voice is so far away, as if I am dreaming.
“Effects? What is happening to me?” I can’t open my eyes; it makes it worse.
“You were drugged by John when you shook his hand, kiddo.”
“What?”
FuCk mE…
Chapter Twenty
RAGE
I can’t fucking believe it. Not even a day in Europe, and she’s already in trouble.
I should’ve tagged along…
Nah, I don’t wanna be a witness of a fucking reunion just as it happens in romantic movies.
Fuck.
That.
Pretty boy is so scared and pale that I can see the veins all over his face. At least he understands that Sarah is in a lot of trouble.
“Sarah?” A worried Carter calls for her. “Keep talking to us. Don’t drift away.” He turns to look at me, as if he is waiting for my approval.
I give him the slightest of nods.
He can separate the personal from business, at least in these kind of scenarios, and that’s a skill not so easy to find in a guy.
“I don’t know where to begin… I-I’m being blasted with a lot of feelings right now,” Sarah mumbles.
The nasty shit the fucker dosed her with is working fast.
“What do you mean by that?” Carter quickly asks.
He’s keeping her connected with us.
“I… I-I’m feeling sleepy, my mouth is so dry. I kind of forgot how I got here too.” Her voice is drowsy.
This is what I feared the most.
“Keep talking,” Carter calls in an attempt to keep her focused.
Sarah sighs. “Okay…my body weighs a ton, and I don’t think I can stand up. My hand itches like a bitch.”
We look at each other, both pressing our lips to keep our mouths shut. We don’t want to say out loud what we are thinking.
I lean forward, closing the gap between me and the mic, and I take a deep breath. I have to warn her of what’s coming.
