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"But..." I cough. "I thought..." I cough again. "You were just going to let me die? Ain't that easier?"
Anna turns to me with an authoritative look in her eyes. "He's too scared of me to let you die." I think I heard someone cough from the driver seat. Or maybe it was just the tires screeching to a halt.
At this point, this expensive ass, ten dollar, white shirt is covered in blood. Good lord, why does this always happen to me? I've broken my ribs so many times that they're super easy to reinjure at this point. Like you touch me, and I'll crack.
Is that the light I see in front of me? I don't want to leave just yet! I just got out of the cage. I'm being metaphorical here. I wasn't kept in a literal cage. That would be horribly wrong.
"We're here," Adrian Black grumbles.
"That's..." I cough. Should I just shut up? No. "Not... a hospital."
"Someone lift her out," Adrian orders. "Wait, where are our men?"
"They went to the location that they were told to go to. Hate to break it to you, but we're here, alone. It'll take at least fifteen minutes for them to turn around and drive here," Anna informs him in a tone meant for dummies.
"Blake, lift..."
"No can do."
"Why not?"
"My bones are getting old."
"I'm literally the same age as you."
"I'm a week older," Blake argues back, and for some reason, he sounds like he's hurt. Not emotionally but physically. Or maybe I'm just hearing things in a distorted way. Anna goes to whisper something in Adrian's ear to which he instantly looks at Blake's leg.
"Oh. Can't we just make her wait until the men get here?"
"Does she look like she can wait any longer?" Anna seethes.
"Can't we just let her di..." Anna glares at him, sliding her thumb across her neck and then pointing at Adrian. "I guess I'll lift her up there myself."
"Good boy," Anna pats Adrian on the head as he stomps over to me, while I'm still stuck in the back of the minivan. For a man that doesn't express emotions, he looks quite awkward and flustered.
His hand reaches under my legs, hooking themselves in the crook of leg, near my knee. Then his other hand cradles the top of my back, and he lifts me out of the car.
I stare at him dreamily as he romantically carries me towards the large building that most certainly does not look like a hospital. He looks so chivalrous and handsome, while I'm the damsel in distress.
He's my knight in shining armor. Oh, all these years that I have gone without meeting him. And now I finally have met my soulmate.
"A- Adrian?"
"Yes, my love?"
"Get your hands off my ass!" I whisper harshly.
"I will drop you," He threatens.
"I'll start screaming."
"I'd like to see you try."
I try to scream, but I sharp pain goes through my body and I end up sounding like a broken tea kettle. "Fuck you."
"Fuck you too."
Right now, the scene looks something like a cute but injured pig being carried by a really pissed off giant. What a scene. Insert dreamy sigh. "Adrian, get your ass moving! I've seen handicapped snails go faster than you!" Anna's voice shouts from behind. "I'll hide your cigarettes if you keep moving at this pace."
The pace speeds up and he begins to climb up the staircase faster than humanly possible.
I swear, this place is not a hospital. It looks more like a really large mansion that no one lives in but is kept neat anyway. A few minutes later, Adrian places me on a bed, grumbling at how his shirt is now covered in blood.
Excuse him, none of this would have happened if his men hadn't thrown me into the backseat. "You don't move," He points at me. "I'll be right back."
"Oh, yes, thank you for..." I cough. Damn, I probably sound like I'm dying because I sure feel like that. "Reminding me. I was planning on going for a run and then jumping in a trampoline park."
Adrian rolls his eyes and leaves the room. Well, I know for sure this ain't a hospital. He probably left me in here to die," I grumble. But the bed is soft. If I could just close my eyes... and fall asleep.
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I stare at the bottle of alcohol in front of me. Maybe I could just take a little sip? I need it anyway. How else can I forget everything? Forget the snips of memories from that night when I was drunk beyond measure and my father was the one sober.
It's not supposed to affect me. I'm strong and I won't let something as small as that change me. But why is it that everytime I remember it, a chill runs down my spine and my legs feel weak?
Everytime the memories flood back, I have trouble breathing. I feel like collapsing on the ground and just giving up.
But none of that would happen if I just forget, would it? And that's why I want to take a sip of this.
"Just a sip," I tell myself as I bring the bottle towards my lips. I just need to forget. That's all.
My eyes snap open and I feel sweat trickle down my forehead. How long was I asleep? I stare at the bandages around my torso and conclude that I slept through several things. And if I'm also corrected, there are now men standing near the door, in black shirts.
"Oh, there you are!" Someone chirps from next to me. "I thought you were dead, but then you started snoring and it was oddly comforting."
"Not for me," Adrian grumbles from next to Anna.
"Did you go on a run or something in your sleep?" Blake asks from behind Anna. "You sweat more than Adrian when he has to kill a spider."
"I won't be sweating much when I kill you later," Adrian shoots back nastily. I think a part of his mouth quirk up in an attempted smile, but I don't even know. Maybe I'm seeing things.
"What kind of kidnappers are you?" I start. "I've seen movies where kidnappers keep the girl in the cellar or sell her off, or maybe even use her themselves. But y'all took me into a damn mansion, and treated me. Are you fattening me up before killing me or something? Because I have to warn you that I'm not that delicious."
"The only reason you're not dead is because I told them not to kill you," Anna replies, leaning leisurely against Blake. "Adrian doesn't really kidnap people, to be honest. It's usually just putting a bullet in their head."
"But why are you even doing that? You don't even know me!" It's not that I want to die, but like at the same time... what the hell? I mean sure, maybe she was just being nice, but she remained completely unfazed when Adrian shot that person earlier, so why does she want to protect me so badly?
It literally doesn't make any sense at all. If she's taking pity on me because I'm injured, then no thank you, I do not intend to be a charity case for anyone.
I'd rather die. And live, of course.
"I think it's time we properly introduce ourselves." Anna looks at Adrian, egging him on to say his name.
"Adrian Black." Then Anna looks at Blake.
"Blake Pierce."
"Anna Rodriguez."
My jaw drops at her name. "As in..."
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a/n: well, this just makes more sense, now doesn't it? anyway, what did you think of this chapter? it's fun writing this new rewrite, because all the characters have more life. mostly bailey.
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