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Chapter 6
Beth stormed into her apartment and slammed the door shut, punching it once it was closed. She stood against it and leant her forehead on it. Her dripping wet hair stuck to her face, it made her feel cold.
She was shivering uncontrollably and she wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from the overwhelming emotions she was feeling right now. She kicked the door, hard, before she pushed herself away from it. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door over behind her. She stripped off her wet clothes that she had to peel from off her body. She dropped them on the tiled floor where they landed with a wet splat.
She turned the shower on and stood under the lukewarm water, letting it fall all over her body which began to feel heavier and heavier with emotion. Eventually standing was just too much for her and she slid down the wall onto her ass in the tub. She tucked her legs in and leant her head on her knees as she cried.
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It was getting dark outside, and all over New York lights were being turned on, illuminating the city and making it look more amazing than it did in the day. Warren hadn't bother to pay attention to the city as he drove through it. He had just one thing on his mind.
He was halfway up the stairs leading to Beth's apartment when he paused. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, it was full and he was ready to use it...but not on himself.
Beth had just walked out of the bathroom wrapped up in a towel, her hair was wet and tangled up, but now clean of rain water. She was about to grab a glass of water when there was a knock on the door. She walked over to it and looked through the peephole, having to smile when she saw Warren.
She pulled the door open and smiled when she saw the way he gave her an approving nod. "Is this how you usually greet your guests?" he asked, looking down at her towel.
"Only the ones who are good looking." she shot back at him. She smiled and turned around. "Come in!" she yelled back to him. "I'll just be a minute. Feel free to get yourself a drink." she said as she walked into the bathroom.
Warren walked into her apartment and shut the door behind him, making sure he put the chain on. He then walked over to the couch with a sly smile on his face, his hand in his pocket clutching the syringe.
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Jo stepped out of the elevator, thankful that she had dried off slightly on the taxi journey back to the lab. She wanted to go to her office and hide from everyone, which is why she wanted to cry when Adam came running up to her. "Jo, I cleared that image up. The person in it doesn't match the description Beth gave us of the other guy, but whoever this person is he is definitely watching, even when Beth is being attacked. He steps back inside just before you shot Beth's attacker."
"Show me!" Jo said to him, suddenly forgetting all about wanting to hide away. .
She followed after him as he ran back into his lab, he had the image waiting by the time she stepped through the door. She watched as he hit play and the image came to life. She looked at the man standing there, his face slightly hidden in the shadows for what seemed like forever, "Step forward you son-uva-bitch!" she muttered.
Adam didn't bother questioning her words, he felt the exact same, but he knew the man would come out of the shadows, "Just a few more seconds…" he told her.
Then the figure stepped forward, his face clear as day thanks to the work Adam had done. She recognised him instantly. Her hand shot to her mouth, "Oh no!" she cried.
"What? You know who this guys is?" Adam asked her.
"It's Beth's boyfriend!" she told him as she ran out, "Show Mac! Tell him to send a team over to the bar to arrest Warren!" she called before she ran into the lift. Adam, doing as she had ordered, went off in search of Mac.
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Beth was in the bathroom finishing off brushing her hair, she had the door open and so was talking to Warren even though he was still stood over by the couch looking out of the window down at the cop car on the street below. The officers were still both too distracted listening to a game on the radio, he had heard it playing when they had asked him to identify himself before they would let him enter the building. All he'd had to say was he was her boyfriend and boss and show them his ID and they had allowed him up.
Beth finally walked out of the bathroom, pretending to clear her throat so that Warren turned to face her. He had to smile at her, he liked what he saw. She was wearing a pair of grey shorts and a navy blue tank top, her hair was wet and she looked stunning. He couldn't help but think about how much of a waste it was going to be to kill her.
Beth saw the way he was looking at her and it made her smile. "They're just shorts." she said as she walked over to him pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
"I was actually thinking about what was underneath them shorts." he said to her.
She laughed as she grabbed hold of his arms and wrapped them around herself. She nuzzled her face against his warm chest before she looked up at him, draping her arms around his neck. "Do you wanna stay over?" she asked him.
"You're bed is soo un-comfy." he said to her.
Beth just looked at him and shook her head, "I wasn't planning on us sleeping." she said with a seductive smile as she stepped up onto her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Without hesitation he kissed her back. His kiss was hard, lustful, and it felt as amazing as ever.
He slid his hands down her arms, which she still had draped around his neck. He then slid them over her shoulders, down her back and across her ass before grabbing hold off her thighs and scooping her up.
Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss him as he carried her over to her bed. He placed her down and immediately fell on top of her. Beth moaned as he began to softly kiss the spot on her neck that was always most sensitive to his kisses. He could always have her body crying out for him in minutes.
He knew it and so wasted no time in reaching down and pushing her shorts and panties down, following his lead she unclipped his belt and pushed his trousers and boxers down. Realizing that this was going to be the last time he could have her he pulled her shirt off. His lips immediately latched onto her breast and he could tell from the moan that escaped her lips that she liked it.
Beth unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off him, she wanted to feel his naked body against hers. The moment he was free of all his clothes he pushed his hard cock into her, making her gasp a little. He was well equipped and liked to remind her. He thrust into her again, this time making her moan in pleasure.
He was going to get every bit of bliss from her that he could. This was, after all, what he was going to miss most about not having her around.
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It was more than an hour later and Beth was lay next to Warren who was half leaning over her as he kissed her. She knew he wanted more from her but she was feeling exhausted and her body was beginning to protest in pain. She pushed him off her and sat up, "Down boy." she said with a smile as she grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it on. She then grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them on.
Fully dressed again she sat down on the bed began putting her hair back into a ponytail. She smiled when she felt Warren slip his arm around her waist and into her shirt, "I wasn't finished with you yet." he said as he cupped her breast with his hand and began placing soft kisses on her shoulders.
"Oh, yeah. What's in it for me?" she asked.
She had to wonder why Warren leant over the bed and reached for his trousers. She was smiling as she thought about what he could possibly need from them. Her smile quickly faded when she saw him pull a loaded syringe out of his pocket.
She turned to face him, only to find him smirking up at her. "What is that?" she asked him.
"Just a little something…for you." he told her, waving the syringe at her.
She continued to look at him, confused. She shook her head and said, "No, Warren."
"It's just meth." he said with a smile.
"I don't want it!" she spat at him.
She tried to push herself up, wanting to put as much distance between her and the drug filled syringe, but she'd barely got to her feet when she felt Warren grab hold of her hair. He ripped it back, pulling her right down flat on the bed before he climbed on top of her, trapping her body underneath his. He pulled his hand out of her hair, pulling it from its ponytail. He threw the hair band at her face and laughed as he placed the syringe on her face, luckily the cap was still on…for now.
"Warren, please!" she begged, "I don't want that! You know I don't do drugs anymore. Please!" she begged as he pulled the cap off with his teeth and spat it at her face.
"And after this you won't do them again." he told her.
"What?" she asked.
She then looked at the amount in the syringe. She was familiar enough with the drug to know what that amount would do to her. Suddenly knowing what his intention was she began to wriggle beneath him, trying to free herself. She pushed against his chest, trying to push him off her but it was no good he was too heavy and too strong.
She suddenly felt his hand grip her throat. He was gripping it so tight that she couldn't breathe and it was painful to try. She reached up and clawed at his arm, trying to pull it from her throat.
"Stop fighting me, Beth." he told her, squeezing harder. "You don't have a choice on this one. Now, I can either do this the easy way or I can do it the hard way." he said to her.
Beth continued to struggle beneath him and try to pull his arm away, she was quickly beginning to get light headed, she needed oxygen. Going for a different technique she reached up to his face, dug her nails into his flesh, and scratched him as hard as she could. He sat up and growled in pain as he held his face.
With his hand gone from her throat she was a bit less light headed, she used all the strength she had to push him back off her, he fell back and slammed into the wall that the bed rested against. Beth pushed herself up, gasping for air and then choking on the breathe she took, and ran towards the front door.
She never heard Warren get up, she just felt him come crashing down on top of her as he dove off the bed. She cried out in pain as her body was crushed between him and the hard wooden floor. She felt his hand tangle up in her hair and then a painful tug. He pressed his face against hers as he growled into her ear, "You always did like it the hard way."
"Fuck you!" she yelled at him.
His response was to first kiss her cheek, hard, before he slammed her face against the hard floor, busting her nose. He quickly flipped her over beneath him, she expected him to jab the needle into her but instead he punched her hard in the face. She yelped in pain as she felt her nose gush with more blood than it already had been. Another punch made her yelp again, this time it was her lip that bust open and gushed blood into her mouth.
Her eyes filled with tears as Warren pushed himself up off her. She reached up and held her hands over her face, it was agony just to slightly touch. She could feel it covered in her blood. She reached up and felt the bleeding gash on her forehead, touching it made her close her eyes and wince in pain.
She opened them in time to see Warren reach down and grab a handful of her hair. He tugged on it, pulling her up to her feet by it. She managed to hold the cry of pain in but not when he grabbed the back of her shirt as well and slammed her into the wall at full force, once, then twice. She put her arm out to try to stop the next collision but it was in vain and she yelped in pain as she heard a snap as her arm got crushed between her and the wall.
She couldn't get a minute to catch her breath as her body silently screamed in blinding pain. Warren let go of her hair and grabbed her arms and slammed her back against the wall and stepped right up to her so his face was right by her bleeding face. Seeing what his next move was going to be she tried to grab his arm, as he swung it at her. "No!" she pleaded. It was pointless, his fist buried itself into her side, the exact place where she had been hit with a bullet.
The pain was sickening and she screamed so loud it startled herself. A pain filled blackness threatened to take over her and part of her welcomed it. She doubled over and would have fell to the floor but Warren took hold of her, pushing her back against the wall, holding her there by pressing his hand against her shoulder.
He brushed her blood stained hair back off her face, not even trying to be gentle. "That looks nasty." he said as he pressed two fingers into the gash on her forehead.
She slapped his hand away with the arm that wasn't throbbing in pain and glared angrily at him. "That all you got asshole!" she spat at him, she wasn't about to let him think he had beaten her yet. She swung her arm and punched him in the face as best as she could.
He stumbled sideways holding his jaw. He turned to look at her, clearly pissed off, but then a smirk spread across his face. "Not bad, for a girl." he said before he punched her right back. His punch making her whole body turn on the spot. She had to grab the wall to keep her standing.
She was too out of it from the punch to do anything as Warren ripped her away from the wall. He picked her petite frame up off the floor only to throw her down on the old wooden coffee table. It smashed to pieces beneath her, some of them cutting into her flesh.
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Jo was driving as fast as the limit would allow her. Her stomach seemed to be doing flips, nauseatingly so. She suddenly found herself flooring it, screw the limit. Something told her to get to Beth's quicker. Luckily it was late and the streets were deserted and she was able to sail right through a set of red lights without a problem.
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As Warren pulled his trousers back on, Beth remained lying in the remains of her coffee table. Part of her was screaming just take the needle, anything is better than this, but she knew it was too late for that. Even if she begged Warren for it he would want to continue this beating longer.
Once more she felt the pain of being pulled to her feet by her hair. "Warren, stop!" she cried out, unsure how much more pain she could take. She was dizzy with pain now and her arm was dripping with a quick stream of blood. She guessed it had something to do with the deep laceration, just above the crook of her arm, that had been caused by a sharp piece of wood from the coffee table that she had just been thrown through.
He twisted her round to face him and smiled, satisfied at the damage he had done to her face. She was a bruised and bloodied mess. He pressed his lips against her bust lip and kissed her hard, causing her to whimper in pain. He noticed the cuts on her arms and shoulders. from having gone through the table, and he reached down and kissed one of them. Repulsed by his touch she punched him in the face as hard as she could again, even knowing what it would get her.
To her surprise the punch was enough to make him release his grip on her hair…but it didn't give her time to move away from him. He backhanded her face so hard that she toppled right over the couch, landing on the floor behind it with a painful thud.
Warren casually walked round to where she lay. He looked out of the window at the cop car that was still parked there, the two officers still listening to the game. "That's some great protection you got down there." he said to Beth as he moved and stepped next to her.
She was trying in vain to push herself up of the floor but all she do was moan in pain as her body refused to obey her orders to move. "Why are you doing this?" she asked him, choking on sobs.
"Because you saw something you shouldn't have Beth." he told her as he stomped his foot down on her leg, again in the place she had been shot.
Beth screamed in pain and tried to push his foot away but he crouched down and placed his hand around her throat again, this time not squeezing it hard, but doing it to hold her down. "What are you talking about?" she had to ask him.
"The shooting you witnessed… Those were my guys doing what I had ordered them to do. You see, I don't wait around for people to pay me back what they owe me. There are no second chances with me, not even for you, Beth. You told me just how determined you were to get the people who shot you that night and I believe you. But if you get them, you get me. I can't let that happen." he said as he stood up and took a step back from her.
"You're pathetic!" she said angrily as she looked up at him.
"And you were the best fuck I ever had, which is what makes this a little bit harder." he replied before his foot connected hard with her ribs.
She heard a sickening crunch and could lay there, shaking in pain, knowing the inevitable was now about to come.
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Jo pulled up outside Beth's building and jumped out of her car. She ran over to the cop car and had to knock on the window to get their attention. Immediately the officers sat to attention, swallowing the half chewed doughnuts in their mouths. As one rolled down the window the other turned down the radio.
"When was the last time you did a perimeter check?" Jo asked.
"Everything's okay here detective." the fat officer told her.
"She's upstairs with her boyfriend." the other one said, his mouth still half full of doughnut.
Jo spun round and turned to face Beth's building. She looked right up at her window just in time to see Warren throw a lifeless Beth over his shoulder. "Call for back-up!" she yelled to the officers as she charged towards the building, her heart pounding against her chest.
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Warren threw Beth down onto her bed like she was some sort of rag doll, and climbed on top of her. She was barely moving beneath him. "You'know, if I'd known beating the shit out of you would be this much of a turn on, I would have done it months ago." he said to her.
Beth looked at him, her nose still bleeding over her face and her split lip still bleeding into her mouth. "Go to hell!" she said before she spat at him, splashing his face with her blood, it was the last rebellious act she could do.
Warren just laughed at her as he wiped it away. He reached down and picked the syringe up off the bed. He had Beth pinned beneath him so there was nothing she could do to stop him. "Hell is for junkie whores like you." he said before he grabbed her arm and held it tight as he stabbed the needle into the crook of her arm, much harder than was necessary.
"No!" Beth cried out as tears rolled down her cheeks. By the time Warren had finished emptying the contents of the syringe she could already feel the effects of it in her system starting to work. She felt him crash his lips onto hers and kiss her hard as her tears rolled down her face.
"You should thank me, Beth. I made sure you had the best meth I had." he said as he pushed himself off her, leaving the syringe sticking out of her arm.
With him off her, she reached down and pulled the needle out of her arm and threw it on the floor. Warren reached down and grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, looking at Beth as the effects of the drug began to take over her body. She struggled to try to push herself up, her body was shaking badly. Her breathing had quickened and it sounded like it was struggle to do so. He also noticed how her body was twitching as if out of her control.
"That shit works quick." he said as he knelt down onto the bed and pushed her onto her back again.
His eyes snaked over her body and he thought about how turned on he was still feeling from having beat her. He could feel his cock pressing against his trousers, so, he reached down and began to unbuckle his belt, "How's about one last quickie…" he said to her.
He was about to climb on top of her when he heard the door bang open. He quickly stood up and turned to face Jo as she walked into the apartment, having aimed her gun at him the second she saw him. She then saw Beth lying on the bed behind him.
Beth looked up and saw her, but it seemed like she was looking right through her, not at her. Jo watched Beth as she tried to push herself up off the bed. She could see the physical state she was in, a bloodied and bruised mess.
"Take two steps away from her and get on your knees, then put your hands behind your head you son-of-a-bitch." Jo growled angrily at him.
"There's no need for name calling, Detective." he said as he took two steps away from Beth…followed by two steps towards Jo.
"I'll do a lot more than name call if you don't get on your knees. Now!" she yelled at him.
He ignored her and took another step towards her. "What did you give her?" she asked. seeing the syringe that lay on the floor next to the bed, not to mention the state Beth was in.
"Meth, her poison of choice. Real good stuff too, grade A. Figured she should have the best seeing as it would be her final rush." Warren said casually, as he moved closer and closer to her.
"Get on your knee's Warren!" Jo warned him, still waiting for him to do so.
Beth was lay on the bed, her body twitching and Jo could hear her breathing from where she stood by the door. It was struggled, like she was having difficulty just doing it. She knew Beth didn't have time to waste, and Warren kept moving towards her, so he steadied her aim and pulled the trigger once.
Warren stumbled back as a bullet kicked into his shoulder. He roared in pain and clutched his now bleeding shoulder. Jo grabbed her cuffs ,while still holding her gun aimed at him, and took a step towards him. Without giving her a second to react, Warren lunged at her, his body crashed down on top of hers and knocked her to the floor beneath him. The gun slid right out of her hand as did her cuffs. She tried to reach out and grab her gun but it was just too far away.
"Bitch! Warren growled at her before he punched her in the face.
Jo felt like her cheek was going to explode but she didn't let him see the pain she was in. She turned to face him and continued trying to push him off her, but Warren grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the floor above her head; his grip was like an iron vice. "I can see where Beth got her good looks from." Warren said to Jo as he glared down at her.
"Her strength too." Jo said, her words clearly confusing him.
He didn't see Beth standing, shakily, behind him, he just felt her slam the syringe into his neck. He fell sideways off Jo as he pulled the syringe out. Jo rolled onto her side and reached out and grabbed her gun. She turned to face Warren just as he was about to lunge at her again. She wasted no time squeezing the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
She watched Warren fall back. His body hitting the floor hard and lifeless. She quickly turned to face Beth who had slumped to the floor. Her skin ghostly white and drenched in sweat. She pushed herself onto her hands and knees and crawled over to her, and pulled her up into her arms. "Beth, sweetheart can you hear me?"
Beth could only grab Jo's arm, she was struggling to much to breathe to be able to talk.
"Beth, how much did he give you?" Jo asked.
Beth couldn't respond, she just clutched her tummy as yelped as pain ripped through her abdomen. Her hand gripped around Jo's arm as her breathing became more struggled. Jo stroked her face and noticed how her skin was hot to touch. She knew she was seeing typical signs of a meth overdose.
Beth's heart had began to beat faster and this meant more energy was needed within her body. However, the energy the body wasn't using was being transferred to heat and this was why she was so hot, sweating so profusely. Jo knew that eventually Beth would become dehydrated and the heat, with no way to be released, could cause a dangerous rise in heat temperature. She also knew that as Beth's heart worked harder and harder she was at risk of a heart-attack.
"Beth, Beth, sweetheart talk to me! Stay awake, keep you eyes open." Jo yelled as one of the officers ran into the doorway. "Call an ambulance!" Jo screamed at him and immediately he did so.
Jo touched Beth's face, gently patting it, trying to get her awake. She felt like she was getting hotter, she was certainly sweating more, beads of it dripped over her body and was soaking into Jo's coat. Knowing she had to cool her down somehow she scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. She turned the shower on cold and carefully climbed into the tub and lowered herself and Beth down and simply let the cold water hit Beth's body as she sat in the tub with her, brushing her hair gently back off her face, looking over the cuts and bruises on her face. It made her angry enough to want to go back out and shoot Warren again, even though he was already dead.
But right now, Beth was her priority and she lay against Jo, whimpering at the cold water that fell over her body, rinsing the blood off her flesh, but not stopping the bleeding. "I know it's cold, baby, but I need to cool you down." Jo told her.
"Don't leave me." Beth begged, her words slurred slightly.
"I'm not going anywhere." Jo told her as she placed a kiss on her head and then rested her cheek against her hair.
"Jo!" she suddenly heard a familiar voice shout.
"MAC!" Jo yelled back.
To her surprise, Mac ran into the bathroom and saw Jo sat under the cold spray, holding onto a Beth who now lay still in her arms, her body just twitching occasionally. "Mac, she's been given meth, a purpose overdose!" Jo cried, her voice dripping with panic. "Where's that ambulance?" she yelled as Mac crouched next to the tub.
As if on cue the officer ran into the bathroom. "There's been some sort of explosion across town. All available ambulances have attended, they said they can have someone here in a half hour." he told her.
"Mac!" Jo cried helplessly, looking up at him, she knew Beth didn't have a half hour.
Mac stood up and scooped Beth up out of Jo's arms. "I'll drive to the hospital!" he told Jo who climbed out of the tub, her clothes dripping wet.
Mac carried Beth all the way down to his car, her petite frame weighing next to nothing in his arms. When they got to his car Jo climbed into the back and Mac then placed Beth onto her lap. Beth's head flopped back in Jo's arms, scaring the hell out of her. She was too still, yet each time her body would twitch it scared the hell out of her more.
She couldn't hold her tears in as the engine roared to life and Mac began speeding towards the nearest hospital. She saw how Beth's face kept twisting up, as if she was in pain. "Mac, please hurry!" she cried.
"Not long, Jo!" he told her as he turned a sharp 90 degree angle at a junction, cutting off cars and coming just inches from ploughing into another car.
They were almost at the hospital when Jo cried out, "Mac, she's stopped breathing!" from the back seat as she tried her best to do CPR. "Come on, Beth, please, come on!" she begged as she began chest compressions. Her hands were shaking so bad she was sure she wasn't doing it properly but she kept it up anyway. She was praying harder than she had ever prayed in her life.
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Mac finally came to a stop right outside the hospital entrance. He jumped out of the car and ran round to pull Beth out. Jo jumped out after him and they both ran into the hospital. Beth lay lifeless in Mac's arms. "We need help!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, desperate for anyone's help.
Both he and Jo were relieved to see a Doctor run over to them. He checked Beth pupils as Mac held onto her. "What's happened." the Doctor asked.
"She's been given an overdose of meth." Jo told him.
"How much?"
"I don't know, she couldn't tell me." Jo told him.
"She took it or she was given it?" the Doctor asked a little coldly as he guided them up the corridor towards the ER.
"What does it matter!" Mac asked, annoyed.
Two young nurses walked over to Mac with a gurney, that he placed Beth down on, they pushed her into the ER. Jo tried to follow but the Doctor stopped her. "You can't go in there." he said.
"I'm her mother." she told him.
"Right now the best thing you can do is wait out here and let me do my job. I promise you I'll let you now as soon as I have any news on her condition."
"Will she be okay?" Mac asked.
The Doctor glanced into the ER where his staff were already working hard on Beth. "Honestly…it doesn't look good." he told them, glancing at Jo. "I'll do my best." he said before he slipped into the ER leaving Jo and Mac to register what he had just said.
Jo burst into tears and had to turn to Mac and grab hold of him so as not to crumple to the floor. Mac held onto her and let her cry into his chest, gently smoothing his hand over her soft hair. "Tell me she'll be okay." Jo begged him.
Mac wanted to say something but he couldn't bring himself to give her hope in a situation that seemed hopeless. Instead he held her tighter and watched over her shoulder as, in the ER, the Doctor tried shocking Beth. He saw the effect it had on her…none…
TBC
I think the effects of a meth overdose usually take a little longer to kick in but for the sake of this story they had to work quicker. Although I've put a lot of time in researching the effects of meth use and abuse I may have some of this wrong, so sorry if its not medically correct. :D Hopefully it was entertaining, if that the right word to use.
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