Sarah
My mind is cloudy.
My body rigid but comfortable at the same time.
My breathing is calm.
I know exactly what happened and why I’m here. I remember the awful fight between Carter and Bruno and his yells when I passed out.
I hated to hear his despair.
He went to see someone name King, apparently he is the boss around here. Dante visited me for a while, but I kept dosing off, so he stepped outside.
I hear the door opening, some steps enter.
Is that boots? A metallic noise hits something rigid. Are they keys? A chain? I know for sure that is not Bruno; I know his footsteps by heart. This is someone different, and my instincts say that I should pretend to be asleep.
The footsteps stop on my left.
Someone takes a deep breath and then a sudden exhalation.
Is that…?
“This was avoidable, you know? If you just had chosenme,you wouldn’t be in this fucking bed.”
Rage? Oh no.
I’m about to open my eyes, but he continues talking, he thinks I’m really sleep!
“You disobeyed a fucking order, kiddo. I told you not to do anything stupid and you end up with a bullet destroying your fucking guts, well done.” He claps with sarcasm. “Carter explicitly asked me not to come, but you know I don't get along with ‘rules’ and I happened to know the boss of this place, so I took the opportunity to see how you were doing and let me tell you, you look like shit. I still want to fuck you though, so don't worry, it's not that serious.” His voice started rough and now is soft and sweet.
The boots and the metallic noise move again; now I can hear him in front of me.
“I want to know the details of your adventure when you wake up, well, not everything, I had to listen to “The Professor” stick his tongue in your mouth, that was pretty disgusting.”
I want to laugh, but I restrain myself.
“I hope you don't remember anything I'm about to tell you, because I would have to kill you, but it's easier to talk if you are asleep, so you don't interrupt me all the damn time, like you always do.”
I smile to myself.
“I think you're the one to blame for everything that's happening to me, honestly, I hate you for that, I was a simple man before you, but since you walked into my office, I knew you fucked me up, that I only wanted one thing, you and you slipped through my fingers like a nervous squirrel and now, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, do you understand what I mean? Everything bores me to death. I feel old, I want new things in life, things I would have liked to share with you, but no, you have to be so fucking stubborn.” He’s silent for a few minutes. “I hope someday you get on my bike again, but you need to be awake and all that shit for that to happen. Fuck...I missed you, I'm never going to tell you that, though.”
A soft blanket is covering me. I feel it crawling over my body; the heat is rising, making me feel even more comfortable than I was before.
“You look very pale, you need to warm up, I would kiss you like the last time but you’re no sleeping beauty, are you? You don’t need a prince to wake you up—” Rage stops talking.
The air no longer feels light, something happens, something changes in the room or someone.
“Wow, you look like shit,” says Rage, “Your clenched fists don't intimidate me, by the way.”
“You had no right,” Bruno’s dark voice.
No, no, this is bad.
“She wasn't yours in the first place, remember? You’ve dumped her. Oh wait, let me rephrase that, you had tortured her and then made some sick maneuver so she would fall in love with you and then you left her behind.” Rage sounds bitter. “You’re a real piece of work.”
Knuckles stroke my cheekbone; the skin feels rough but warm.
