"Spill!" Xander interposed, walking into his office where I had hid myself. He made himself comfortable on one of the armchairs across from me and crossed his legs. He was still on his scrubs since two hours ago.
"What do you want me to say, father?" I asked, meeting his eyes.
"Why you got Becca shot. She just got a life back and there you are on the verge of ruining it." He said, raising voice.
"What do you mean? She was perfectly alright." I asked frazzled, furrowing my eyebrows.
"After the surgery she came to feel again. She could now decipher things and make decisions without being stoic, violent or repulsive. She was just starting to become the person she was in the first place. Did you know she went back to her foster home after thirteen years, where they had kicked her out? She wouldn't have if she didn't feel anything."
I leant back on the chair, silent.
"Jeremy!" He called lowly, concerned.
"Fine!-Dan shot her."
"Becca, come with me!" A man called, his voice low, soft and warm.I looked to my right where the voice had emanated from.I scurried off towards the hand stretched out for me to take. I felt excited, happy, like a burden was lifted off my shoulders. I then, more than willingly, took the hand before confirming its owner.The hand was calloused against my soft one when I finally took it, yet it all felt like a counterfeit. It felt like a dream.I traced the muscles, up its shoulder to the owner, Dan!"No! Becca! Don't!" I shouted as I watched myself do the exact opposite.I saw myself smiling up at him and so did he, leading me to God knows where."Don't trust him! Gawd, are you listening to me?" I shouted harder, bitterly, my throat growing dry."She can't hear you." A calmer voice beside me said suddenly. I turned to my left to see, me? For the first time, I had worn a plain white jumpsuit, my feet b
"How are you holding up?" Xander asked just after he finished examining me.My chest, just close to my heart was burning up. It wasn't as painful as at that moment I was shot but the pain was bad. I've suffered a gunshot wound before when Marlon had invited me on one of the typical police chases. The suspect was a drug dealer, abuser and a single father. He had slaughtered his fifteen year old daughter in cold blood because he was high, drunkand angry.One of the officers silently opened the door to his house, followed by me then Marlon. I couldn't tell about the others, but I was already bored...and hungry. My stomach growled just as we stepped in, reminding me I skipped lunch for some stupid assignment against my will.Marlon signaled to split to cover more area. I took the basement the stupid girl I was, who refused to put on a bulletproof vest. The man was hiding behind a pool table, armed, high and drunk. When I approached him from behind and he, out
The lips were soft, and the breath tasted of mint. The person was gentle and slow as he forced his lips on mine but funny enough I kissed back. My hands remained limbly on my side, not making any move. I was afraid of opening my eyes and hate what I would see.A manly hand found my cheek as the person continued, in attempt to deepen the kiss but suddenly pulled back. My eyes remained closed as the heat went along with his body."I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry!" He whispered.The last person who kissed and apologized to me was Jeremy!No! It couldn't be him. The kiss was different, a lot genuine and soft. Jeremy's was rough, deep and lacked passion. It was like a forced kiss, a planned one."I should have come by earlier but work took its roots." He whispered again. He then sighed and shuffled his feet against the floor. Was he nervous?I finally but cautiously opened my eyes. The moonlight had ceased allowing the security lights
I was just about to have my first bite of the hospital’s scrambled eggs, but my appetite took off like a plane to China when he walked into the room. I thought I had less to deal with until the doors had to just swing open for him to walk majestically, as if he wasn't responsible for my state. I placed down the fork, pushed the tray aside, fluffed my own pillow and rested my head on it, closing my eyes. I put on imaginary headphones and pretended to listen to classical music.“Can we talk?” I had him ask but my pretend music was still playing. I moved my head in the imaginary symphony.“Becca, please!” He begged, his voice sounding close.I heard the scrape of a chair against the floor and a presence beside me. Why didn't he just give up? Couldn't he get my message? I wanted to be alone.“Open your eyes and look at me. Maybe you will heal faster.” I heard him say.I mentally rolled my eyes.
It had been three days and Jeremy hadn't left my room. My warning was only beneficial to Xander and a male nurse. The rest of the nurses came to work only to be sent to their own wards suffering gunshot wounds in various parts of their bodies. I tried stopping Jeremy but he forced me quiet, claiming I had no right to interfere as I was the one who placed him in that position.I just hoped Xander understood what was going on and inform my parents to stay as far away as possible from the hospital. Dan was aiming to get rid of my parents and he was buying afterlife tickets for others in the process.“You don't have to be his slave, Jeremy. You're hurting yourself for…”“For you! I'm doing this for your safety. Dan is the worst person I've met and you wouldn't want to be under his wing.” He cut me off, saying in clenched teeth.The room was starting to stink because he hadn't showered for days. He was sat on the chair beside the
I could feel my adrenaline rush through my veins. I was in no condition to fight but the situation was forcing me to.Xander moved to hide behind the sheers, still observing outside.“What's happening?” I asked, slowly pulling the duvet off my body.“Jeremy's here. At least he cleaned up.” He confirmed.“I need to go.” I said.He snapped his head to me. Shock was written all over his face, his eyes screaming 'no'.“Oh, hell you are not. You are not in any condition to step out of your bed. Your wound might reopen.”“Well, I can't just sit when he's here to kill you all in front of me.”A gunshot blasted outside, destroying the tranquility of the afternoon. The noise reverberated two more times and I couldn't hold on any much longer.“Two down.” Xander said. Taking that as my cue, I yanked the drip from the back of my arm.“Hey! You
“Becca! We have to visit the bistro,” Marlon whispered.We had decided against taking Jeremy to the station. He was our golden key to taking down Dan. We needed him. So, the guest room was his cell. We tied him up on the bed, arms and legs parted and mouth gagged, seeming as if he was ready for some kinky sex.Marlon and I were stood by the window, trying to figure out our next move. He had disclosed earlier that the bistro was the gang’s daily hangout and if his suspicions were right, their layout was close by.Xander walked in, a bottle of water in hand. He didn't even spare a glance towards his son. His expression was stern, exhausted and hurt. He walked up to us, handing me the bottle.“Drink up!” He ordered.I suspired, taking the bottle.“You are welcome, by the way,” he added, rolling his eyes.“Why?”“Your house hasn't been reduced to a pile of ashes. Next time
WARNING!Mature content ahead.Cold air kissed my skin as I walked towards the entrance. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Marlon was still in the car and put. He gave me a thumbs up before I nodded and walked inside.The air was full of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I massaged my exposed wound as I took out a cigarette from inside my dress pad. I walked up to the bar and ordered for a lighter before I flipped my hair and made the bistro my audience.I felt a presence beside me, warmth and a strong wave of cologne radiating from his body. I puffed my cigarette, looking ahead. I let smoke escape my pouted lips, waiting. Waiting for his first move."Veterans only!" He confirmed, his voice gravelly.I puffed another, waiting for more. I knew he had so much to let on than what he was putting forth. Smoke flared out of my nostrils as I shuffled my feet. Music blared from behind the bar, filling