“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” I turn back to stripping his bed. “Do you have another set of sheets?”
“I’ll grab some from the hall closet. You know there’s still a party happening down there if you want to get a drink or something.” He touches my back, and I flinch at his touch. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just, you know, feeling a little gross. Starting to detox.”
“Didn’t Doc give you something for that?”
I nod. “Can’t start those yet.”
“I can get you something for your stomach. I’ve got these nausea pills that will knock you out if you want to get a good sleep.”
I shake my head. The last thing I want is to pass out and wake up to Tyrant raping me again. I could tell Lunatic what he did, but who is he going to believe? A whore or his club brother? “I’ll be okay.”
“Well, if you change your mind.”
“I appreciate it.”
“I’m going to grab those sheets.” He places the tray on the dresser and leaves.
When he comes back, I’ve turned the TV onto some horror movie. There’s nothing scarier than my life. “You like scary movies?”
He looks skeptical.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t really watch TV.”
“Okay, what do you normally do?”
He doesn’t want to know, and I don’t want to tell him. “Hang out with the other girls. Clean the compound. Help in the kitchen. Play card games.” Get high. Whore myself at any given moment. “I read a lot. Hector has an extensive library, and he’d let me borrow books.”
“What kind of books?” he unfolds the fitted sheet and hands me an end.
“Mostly history. Politics. War. But sometimes some of his men would give me thrillers or an occasional romance novel.”
“Which were your favorites?”
“I preferred the thrillers.” I grab the top sheet, and he goes for the remote control to the TV as someone gets a knife to the heart on the screen.
“Mind if we watch something else?”
“Not at all.” I don’t care what he puts on. It doesn’t matter. At any time I’m going to be in the bathroom either puking or shitting my guts out and he’s going to want to be as far away as possible when that happens.
With the bed remade, he grabs the fruit tray and gets comfortable. I perch on the edge of the opposite side as he flips through the channels, popping grapes into his mouth. “You sure you don’t want any?” he sits the tray in the center of the bed.
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
I scoot up to the headboard and close my eyes.
He chuckles under his breath at some fail video compilation.
“You don’t have to babysit me, you know.”
“Maybe I like your company.”
Me too.
Chapter Nine
Daisy dozed off about an hour ago, but she’s not getting a restful sleep. Her body jerks and her muscles spasm every so often. There’s something different about her tonight. She’s off. I can’t decide if it’s because she’s starting to come off the drugs or if there’s something she’s not telling me.
