“I’ll never want you, Troy,” I seethe in his direction. The smile he was wearing is now replaced with venom as he smacks me across the face.
“I don’t care what you want, Brielle. Just you wait. You’ll see.” When he leans down and tries to press his lips to mine, I take the distraction to bring the knife up. I stab him in the shoulder, and he screams, pulling away from me.
“You fucking stabbed me!” he yells, his body radiating with rage.
“Well, good job stating the obvious.” I roll my eyes, realizing this isn’t the time or place, but who states they were stabbed right after being stabbed?
Troy charges me, but I turn at the right time. He crashes into the table, and I take the chance to run up the stairs, but I don’t get far enough. Something wraps around my ankle, and I trip, my face smacking against the wooden steps, and blood begins pouring down my face.
Troy pulls me down past the last step until I’m on my back under him. “You’re going to pay for that.” He glares down at me, and my eyes land on the needle in his hand.
No.
No. No. No!
Troy presses down, his hand wrapping around my throat. My airway closes as his grip tightens, and I try to buck my legs up to get him away, but I’m not strong enough. As my vision begins to swim, my knee connects with junk and he stumbles, but not enough to free me completely. Only enough so I’m able to get air back into my lungs, even if it’s just for a few seconds.
Troy shoves the needle in my neck, and it fucking stings as the drugs invade my body. He tosses the empty syringe to the side and releases my throat. I cough, turning onto my side. But as I try to get up, my hands give out.
This is bad.
Really fucking bad.
I can’t call for help since my phone is upstairs, and I have no idea where the hell Carson is, but he’s clearly not in the house or he’d be here in a heartbeat.
Turning my head to the side, I watch as Troy unlocks Susie from the wall. She rubs her wrists, trying to soothe the pain from the cuffs.
“Hurry and get the bitch in the car. It’s time to get this shit over with.” Susie walks by me and stops. “Told you you’d pay.” Her foot connects with my side, taking the rest of the air in my lungs. Next thing I know, I’m being lifted from the ground and flung over Troy’s shoulder.
Everything is blurry. I can’t feel my body. It’s as if whatever drugs he’s given me have completely immobilized me.
Dread builds in my stomach as I fight consciousness. I don’t know what to do. Where is everyone?
The sound of a car starting is all I can focus on before the door is pulled open. My body hits the seat with a thud. Troy wasn’t lying about Emris. He used the same move he did on me and drugged him, which explains how Troy managed to overpower him in the first place. Emris didn’t go down without a fight.
Emris is passed out, his head leaning backward on the seat. My breathing picks up at the gravity of the situation. I reach over and grab his hand with whatever strength I have left. Which isn’t much. I can’t fight the drugs anymore as everything goes dark. But at least for now, I don’t have to think about what will happen.
41
EMRIS
It’sdark wherever I am, only a small light coming from a single window that’s way too high to reach. My head swims from the drugs that are leaving my system. I’ve only been awake for a few minutes now, and I still can’t manage to get my mind clear enough to remember everything that happened.
I tap my pocket in hopes of finding my phone, but I know it won’t be there. My head falls back against the brick wall behind me. It’s fucking freezing down here, but I can’t focus on that as my body shivers. Even though it’s more from anger than the cold.
I need to get the fuck out of here and find Brielle. The second my eyes opened, I prayed that she managed to save herself and isn’t somewhere here. My memory is slowly coming back, and I’m able to put together what happened.
That piece of shit Troy. He fucking drugged me. I can feel it deep in my stomach that she’s here somewhere. And I don’t even want to think about where Troy might be. He better count his days because the second I get my hands on him, he’s fucking dead.
My nails dig into my palms as everything flashes through my mind like a fucking movie.
I let my eyes wander around the room. Not that I can see very much, but there seem to be a few cells that are the same as the one I’m in. The window being out of reach leaves one exit, and that looks harder to get to than I want.
Before I can even try to come up with an escape plan, a door across the room opens and two guards come piling in. They have a man in their arms, not giving him a chance to catch up. They drag him to the cell next to mine and toss him in. He hits the floor with a thud, followed by a grunt.
“Take the next few days to think over the shit you pulled, and maybe Peter will let you out again.” The guard sends him a glare before spitting at his feet and leaving the room. The door slams and the lock engages once again.
I don’t think he’s noticed anyone else down here yet, so I take the chance to take him in. He’s sitting in a similar position as I am, his back against the wall, knees bent. He winces, and I’m assuming he got some kind of beating for whatever he did, which gives me no hope that my time here will be much different than his.
