"I told you not to run," He growled, glaring down at me.
I tried to beg but when I opened my mouth no words came out, just a whimper. He knelt down on his haunches so he was face to face with me, his gaze consuming me. Pushing a blonde lock behind...
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A loud chiming sound jolted me awake. As soon as the light hit my eyes a headache sparked behind them. Another chime sounded off from under my pillow followed by two more in rapid succession. The shrill sound had my head close to exploding. With the way the pain was growing, I would almost welcome it.
"Ugh," I groaned. Finally giving in, I dipped my hand under the pillow to search for my phone. When I pulled it out, the blinding light from the screen had me squinting as I read the now numerous text messages.
Alex: Scars, where are you? Alex: Uncle Mike is worried, you haven't called or answered his calls.
"Oh fuck," I shot up to a seated position just as my phone started to ring. It was Alex.
I flicked my thumb across the green answer button.
"Hello?"
"Are you okay? Uncle Mike wants to know where you are. It's almost ten, you should have been here hours ago!" As he spoke, the memories of him from last night started to come back to me. How could he be speaking to me so cavalierly?
My stomach churned and I felt myself starting to feel sick from the images of that dancer and what she did to that guy. The way his hunk of skin hung from her clenched teeth.
Fighting back a gag I choked out, "I'm not feeling well."
"Oh, well you should have texted. I mean, shit you had us all worried." He chided.
I hummed back in response. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times, trying to calm my nerves. There was no more excuses for Alex that I could come up with. I'd seen him in the act, getting the drugs, selling them and what the effects of said drug were. It's something that could never be erased from my mind and now I have to some how go on acting like everything is normal?
Absentmindedly, I brought my thumb to my teeth and started biting my nail. Now what? They, Mike and Alex, know that I know what's going on. How am I going to be able to go in to work and face them?
I started to chew my nail even harder, remembering that man named Desmond mentioning he's heard a lot about me. That certainly can't be good.
"Put him on speaker." Declans' husky voice broke me from my thoughts. I practically jumped out of my skin when I felt his breath on my ear.
I pulled the phone from my face and quickly pressed the mute button.
"Where the hell did you come from?!" I whispered through clenched teeth, grabbing my chest in hopes it would calm my rapidly beating heart.
Declan chuckled, climbing up onto my bed so he could sit next to me. "The floor." He smirked while he arched his back. My eyes betrayed me as I looked over his tattooed, naked top half while he stretched. "Some thanks after I held your hair back, I might add."
