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"I'm going to kill myself."
The shrieks of mismanaged children were loud and clear even in the room I had been assigned to. I had to go here to complete my training hours, while Darcy and Flynn got to go to Image as Designed to hang out with supermodels. Assholes.
The door slammed open as a little boy charged in, followed by Cassandra.
"You need to get your shots!" She screamed and chased him around.
He yelled and climbed behind the examining table to escape, pinning himself in a corner. The boy's mother came in screaming and hollering for Cassandra and I to stop. I hopped onto the table and yanked the kid out of his hiding spot. He swung his tiny fist right into my eye, making pain spike through it and my vision go dark. Cassandra grabbed the flailing child out of my grip and hurried out the door.
"Fuck," I sank into the seat and rubbed at my eye. That would bruise or at least redden, real attractive.
The phone on the side table next to me started ringing. I grimaced and picked up, "Yeah?"
The receptionist's nasally voice grated at my already harried nerves. "Serena, like, there's this guy demanding to see you. I don't know if he's your boyfriend but he's pretty hot, but kinda scary looking."
"Send him in," I barked.
'Well," she said quietly, "he's wanting to see you but he doesn't have a kid with him. I've tried telling him that but he won't listen."
"Is he coming for records? A consultation, perhaps?"
She didn't respond for a moment, "Yeah."
Yes to a multiple choice question, how specific. "Send him back then."
"Okay!" She chirped and hung up.
I pulled my hair over the bad eye. If she said he was hot, I didn't want to look too hideous. But my boyfriend?
The door opened. "Hey babe," I knew that voice. I turned to see Eddie Pryor filling up the doorway. He smiled and stepped inside. He was wearing a black suit with green pinstripes, a step up from what I normally saw him wear.
"Eddie?"
"I knew you'd remember," he gripped my arms painfully, "But please, call me Killbane."
"Okay," I hissed out.
He smiled, but looked at my face, "What happened to your eye?"
My hand went up to cover the bottom of it. "Oh, a kid punched me."
He laughed a little bit, but looked around, "So where he is right now?"
I laughed, "I've had worse and you know that."
He smiled went in for a hug even though I hadn't returned the gesture. I got crushed to his chest.
"G'd t' see y'u," I mumbled and pushed as far away as I could. "How are ya?"
""Great. Everything's been picking up for me," he pulled, "my casino's gonna be putting on the next Murderbrawl."
"Oh that's cool. I won't be competing though. Not after the last one."
"Actually, I was going to ask something else. I need a doctor for the event," he put his hand on my shoulder, "and you're the only one I'd want."
"Sure!" I chirped.
He smiled and grabbed my arm, making a shock pass through me. "Let's go."
"What, now?"
"Yeah," he said casually like we were just going for a walk."
"I'm in the middle of my shift. I can't just leave!"
He started dragging me to the exit, "They'll make an exception."
I was lead out of the office by my arm, clinging to my kidnapper. He'd find me anyway if I ran. But why would I? It surely couldn't be that bad. He was my friend.
Killbane stepped to the side so I could get inside the car. I climbed in and sat down. We drove off in silence, giving him the opportunity to slip his arms around my waist. The silence between us got even more awkward. I spoke up to alleviate it, "How's Angel?"
A twitch passed through his whole body as he scooted away from me. He became stiff, "Yeah…"
"What happened?" Dread spiked through my thoughts, Darcy swore she'd find him.
He sighed deeply and put his hand to the back of his neck, "He… left, sometime ago."
"He wouldn't do that!"
"He did," he said with certainty, "he said I was holding him back and wanted to be a one-man show. And you know how he is when he makes up his mind."
"Oh my god." My mind was flashing through every possibility. Would he have found me, have told me? Was he still angry with me?
"But it's nothing to worry about. Old news."
I glared at him. "How can you say that?" I demanded, "You and Angel were too good of friends to just turn on each other."
His gaze hardened, "Power corrupts."
A sick feeling settled into my gut. Angel wouldn't do that, he had to be lying. But why would he lie?
"By the way, he said he hated you."
My body went numb after the shock. "What?"
"You fucked up his leg and just ran, that makes you look pretty bad."
"You have no idea why I did it. It was to protect him."
"I know you made a promise to never leave him. To love him forever."
That stabbed into my heart worse then anything. Tears threatened to spill. "Yeah."
"He hates you more for that then anything."
I ducked my head and kept my arms tucked in. Killbane's hand drifted to the back of my neck, "Hey, don't feel bad about it. He was too focused on being somebody to notice he had it all already."
I sobbed, "Why?"
"Well," he said with a shrug, "if I had a girl like you, I'd never let her go."
That didn't offer any comfort. We sat in silence for the rest of the way. He led me into the front entrance. Gamblers passed us without any attention, but some girls came running up to us. Killbane kept a possessive hand at my hip while he gave them autographs, for one girl right on her boobs. They glared at me but left when they were satisfied. "Fans," he laughed and led me to the bar.
The Dewynter sisters were waiting by the counter, along with my brother. His eyes widened when he saw me with Killbane.
"I found our doctor," Killbane announced to the girls. They didn't respond or even change their emotionless expression.
"Great," Viola replied.
Kiki perked up in recognition. She stepped up to me carefully, like I would startle. I probably would with how I felt right now. "You're the Candy Striper," she stated.
"Yeah," I said softly.
Matt looked away. We couldn't let the public know we were brother and sister. I smiled at him before Killbane gripped my chin with his fingers. "Shall I show you where you'll be sleeping?"
"Sure."
He led me away, down a long hallway to a bedroom suite. I stepped inside and sat down on the plush bed. The room was probably more expensive than my apartment. Everything looked like it were made of gold, but it wasn't tacky at all. The flat-screen TV had a hardwood dresser underneath it, with a white couch to watch it on. I didn't notice Killbane appearing and reappearing until he was kneeling at my feet, tying them together with a rope.
"What the fuck!" I yelled as he grabbed my arms. I writhed against him, but with the size difference it made no difference.
He chuckled darkly, "I can't let you be getting to anyone else. Especially not him."
"No!-" I was cut off by him shoving the gag in my mouth.
"I'll come back for you later. I can hardly wait." He secured the bonds and left, locking the door behind him. God please help me.
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