This chapter took me longer than usual. Judging from the absence of reviews on the one before seems I am left with only few readers. Anyway, here it is, to those of you who might be out there, thank you.


9 Whiskey drops

February 13 1967 Nevada

''Well well Garret! Finally you're up!''

Kelly pulled her eyes from her feet to the cold blue eyes of the taller man in front of her. Her hands formed into fists and started to shake slightly.

''Is there something you want to tell me?'' he smirked.

He placed a firm hand on her shoulder and squeezed painfully. ''Is there something, Kelly?''

''No sir.'' she muttered through her teeth and tried to pull his hand away. The grip became tighter and she was slammed against the wall. Her head bumped back and even she managed to hear the sound on the impact. She eyes him wildly.

''Get your hands off me!'' she demanded and tried to push him back.

''Uh uh, not a good start, really not a good one! Mmm...''

He leaned closed and she could inhale the alcohol in his breath. He pushed his body against hers and smiled. ''So, is there something you need to tell me?'' he whispered in her ear.

''Let go off me dammit! Let go!''

Sabrina jerked up with a loud gasp. Kelly was asleep once again next to her. She fell back again, struggling for air, clutching the white bandage. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She rolled on her side and got out of bed, one foot at a time. She kept both of her hands flat on the wall for support it was too much for her already tired body and she ended back on the floor.

Fever was taking its toll and she was now feeling delusional. For some reason she had to hurry out of that place immediately but it was so hard now... and she was too tired. She let out a sigh and everything went dark.

It was at that time that Kelly finally woke, with a gasp of her own. She got up and breathed heavily, just before seeing Sabrina unconscious on the floor.

''Oh my God Bri...''

She went to her side and got her back in bed with a lot of effort. She was just pulling the covers to shield her friend from the piercing cold when she heard the knock on the door. Her mind turned back to the men who had been there yesterday. No. She wouldn't allow them to come in again. Her mind raced. What could she do against them now, though? They might break the door sooner or later.

She approached carefully and placed her ear closer.

''Kelly, open the damn door! You think there is anything that'll stop my little sister from opening her big mouth?!''

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