Again, watch out for chaning POV. tried to make them "visible" to avoid confusion. going deeper into this, i find myself struggeling with the different situations people are in (just not with mac, go me!) so, R&R, please?
Regina still sat on the bed silently, no visible movements, no visible brain-activity at all. Truth was, her body deaf and numb, didn't really belong to her. Yet, somewhere inside, everything seemed to hurt. Same with her mind. Nothing was in it. But ever since Mac had been in this room, ever since she heard his voice and felt his touche, her mind was dizzy. She didn't remember how long she'd been in here and how many times Devon had come to her. His words, soothing but dangerous, she didn't even hear them. Just what they meant. He was sick. Obsessed. Thought she was his. But even if he always had a knife with him, he'd never hurt her. Not like this anyway. No, he took real good care of her. Even applied some stuff to her wrists.
He trusted her enough to not tie her to the bed anymore. That was very nice of him because she had felt very uncomfortable asking him to take her to the bathroom. Now she even could move around. And the way he smiled at her whenever he came back and she was still her. Oh he was nice to her. She got the food she needed. Not necessarily what she wanted cos she might get fat. Totally understandable, how could he love her if she became a fat whale. No, all way good. Until now. Until Mac had come back. Wait a minute. Had she really seen him? He died, right? She had seen him fall. On the ground. Dead. Next to her friend…what's her name again?
A big buzz went through her head and pain, actual, physical pain inside made her feeling sick. Bone-breaking, hard-core, it went down her spine, running through every nerve to the very end. Unable to scream or make any other sound, she curled up into a ball and somehow managed to vomit off the bed. Now her body started shaking and cold sweat broke out. After a very long time, she dozed off. The last word she remembered running though her mind was "out"
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Smiling to myself, I got outta my damn truck and went for the police station. Heard already that they'd found new pricks to take over for those ol' fuckers. And whaddays know, the feds where here as well. Got inside and damn, what a chaos. There was pictures of my "friends" on the wall, a map with a search-grip, blablabla. "May I help you?" an offical-lookin' fucker asked. "Yeah. Heard ya lookin' for those kids. Saw 'em a few days back. Thought better tell ya" The way the dude eyed me made me wanna slap his face but nah, couldn't. "We're glad for anything. Come with me please"
Came back with him and damn, didn't I know that table? The floor was clean. Should ask em how they got the blood away. "So, Mr…?" "Mac. Just Mac" "Ok..Mac. What can you tell us?" The suit got himself a fancy pen and paper, waitin' for me to start talkin'. "Can't really remember the day but I saw 'em at the Luna Mesa the other day. Know Devon and his sister from before. They used to come here as kids with their parents. Last I saw all four of 'em, they wanted to go out on a hike" That got the suits attention. "Do you happen to know where they wanted to go" I nodded, tryin' not to smile. Knew my teeth would give me away. "Sure. Can show you the map" "Please" he motioned for me to do so and I pointed at the map.
Within minutes, all the hens were going nuts, now that they had a lead. In fact, I showed 'em the spot where they really went on a hike before. Still, this was good and tell ya what, they actually took my offer to help 'em. "Since I know my way around here" When I got back into my truck, drivin' along a shitload of black cars and cops, I mused to myself how well that went. Almost to easy. Slightly chewing on the bottom of my smoke, I thought about how to get 'em on the "right track"
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Back at the Luna Mesa, Devon was unaware of all around him. His mind was solely focused on his girl. After running his errands, he stoped by Walter and when he saw that there wasn't much work to do, he went straight across the small space between the buildings and inside. What he saw kinds shocked him. "Reggy, are you ok? What's going on?" He hurried over and softly stroked her arm. Opening her eyes, she looked at him for the first time in days. "I felt sick. I'm sorry…so sorry…" "it's ok. No problem" Cleaning up the mess on the floor, he watched her with worried eyes. After he was done, he sat down on the bed next to her, offering her a bottle of water. "Here. Drink. You will feel better" She declined, however, and Devon did not like that. Not one bit. Grabbing her on the shoulder, he rolled her on her back, digging his nails into her skin. "You will drink"
When he forced the water down her throat, he still looked worried about her. She didn't understand it. Not at all. Coughing up some, she whispered. "Please. I'll have some later. My stomache doesn't feel good right now…" To her surprise, he nodded and put the bottle away. Spreading out next to her, he leaned his head on his one arm while petting her belly with his other. "See, Reggy, just talk to me. Everything's gonna be ok. I just want you to be ok…" His head came closer to hers and he placed soft kisses on her cheek. Tensing, Reggy felt herself going numb again.
He roled himself onto her, trailing soft kisses on her neckline. Oh, how sweet she smelled. How good she tasted. But again, she didn't move under him. After all the crying and shaking over the first days, she now was always calm. No, not calm. Not there. Kinda made him said but he was sure that soon enough, she'd come around to see what real love was all about. So he went on, knowing it was nice for her too.