Death's Bullet
Part 9:
Closter phobic, something squeezing in on him, to tight. Loosing air. He was clawing at the constricting object. Silent screaming, crying, sweating, voice gagging in his throat.
He needed space. Needed precious oxygen. Someone was shaking him, calling out to him. He was fading in and out of conscious.
"Bryan!" Mia was desperately shaking him. His blankets had been wound tight around his body, stopping his movements. Flaxen hair matted to his sweaty forehead and silent screams caught in his throat. Mia could relate to this. It was the same feeling that happened to her when she dreamed of that night in the house. The fire that nearly destroyed her and killed that little boy.
She stopped shaking him. The memories of the heat licking her face, the smoke stinging her eyes and clogging her throat like tar. The need for air and space yet too disorientated to think properly how to find it.
Dom to the rescue. He had unwound Bryan and knocked her out of her stupor.
"Mia. Breathe." His command was calm and steady but with an urgent under tone. She inhaled and exhaled. Eventually the racing of her heart slowed and the terror of her mind faded to a controllable level.
"I'm fine now." She wiped the excess sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. He nodded his approval. Bryan on the other hand was not fine. He now trembling and curled up into the fetal position muttering something.
"Should we wake him up." She asked Dom hesitantly.
"Ya that would be best." Dom was unsure but made sure his voice was confident for Mia's sake. She acted strong but memories of the warehouse fire that nearly killed her still left her shaking in the middle of the night. When they were younger she would come to him in the middle of the night with large tears rolling down her face. She felt so guilty. Supposedly a boy was with her and was killed, but no one found any trace of another person's remains.
Dom had told her countless times that the boy escaped but she still didn't believe him. Why else could no one find any trace of his remains?
Dom grabbed Bryan and lifted him out of the bed. He then shook him until his teeth rattled and he woke out of his stupor. Blues eyes tormented by memories opened to dark olive ones.
Bryan had no idea where he was. Too many things were flashing through his mind. The years he spent encaged and tortured especially. Her laugh sending chills up his spine. Those cold dark emerald eyes line heavily in black eye liner.
He struggled. Had to get away from who ever was gripping his shoulders. He struggled harder but to no avail. The persons hold was like iron.
"Bryan, BRYAN!" Dom was practically screaming.
Bryan finally figured where he was and who was gripping his shoulder.
"I'm ok now." Bryan grabbed Dom's shoulders and repeated it. Dom then stopped shaking him and finally put him down. Bryan lied back down on the bed. His legs couldn't support him yet.
Mia watched Bryan. His eyes hadn't lost that glazed look and he still seemed to be far away. Long lashed eyes drifted shut.
"Dom I think it be ok if he sleeps now." Mia murmured softly. Her voice just loud enough for Dom to hear and quiet enough not to disturb Bryan. There was a faint dusting or purplish black beneath his eyes.
"I'll call the psychiatrist." Mia had become friends with her when she was a doctor. Kaira was the best in the field. She consulted the gang when their problems became too big for Mia to handle.
Kaira taught her a few tips for keeping every ones sanity and she was always there to lend her empathy to Mia when Dom did something stupid. Mia in turn would lend Kaira empathy when her husband did something so idiotic that Mia was glad that Dom wasn't that stupid.
They shut the door quietly as they left the room so Bryan could sleep. Mia then scheduled the appointment with Kaira. When she called her it sounded like she was doing heavy breathing with her husband on the couch. It was amazing she wasn't pregnant yet.
"So?" Dom questioned her, leaning his elbows on the counter.
"She'll be here eventually." Mia said peeling an orange from the basket of fruit on her black marble counter top. Kaira never gave a time, except for appointments in her office and even then she was either late or early.
Mia envied Kaira. She was so eccentric, so in love with her husband and so happy. Kaira never complain about life because as she told her so many times, you own your life. If its bad then change it, if it's good enjoy it.
The doorbell chimed the sweet melody of Hark the Harold Angels Sing. Mia got up from the upholstered stool threw the rinds of her orange away and went to answer the door.
Kaira was there, looking disheveled but beautiful. Her caramel hair in loose voluminous waves, pale skin flustered, golden eyes bright as the sun.
"Hey, Mia. You called?" She smiled that dainty smile on full apple lips.
"Hi," Mia returned," You finally got away from him?"
Kaira laughed and winked, "Yep." Mia moved aside so she could walk in.
The door closed to the prying eyes of the world out side.
Author note: oh man I have like no time to write so that's one of the reason why my chapter r so short. I'll try to get longer ones up, but I like to update often. Byee.