Page 59 of Crave Me

Scared.

Being abused.

I’d briefly seen Caspian when he’d come back home yesterday to tell me and Sky what had happened, that they had found that awful mansion empty. There’d been a haunted look in his eyes that I’d never seen before which suggested he’d seen something else there too, something fucked-up. But when I’d asked, he’d refused to tell me. And then he’d just walked out.

I hadn’t seen him since.

Sky had been in a lot to see me and feed me.

The doctor had also been in to check on me and she’d confirmed I was making good progress, strengthening, rehydrating and all that.

I’d fallen asleep for some time and found some more lime Jello with a note from Damien telling me he was here in the mansion if I needed anything from him at all.

Then Sky had come in again earlier this afternoon to spend some more time with me, then to give me a new phone that had been set up exactly like the one that had been taken from me during the kidnapping. She’d left when she’d gotten a text, which she’d been all secretive about.

And since then I’d been alone.

I couldn’t stand it.

They were keeping me from what was going on with the search for Caleb because I was in this weakened state. They just wanted me to rest and relax so I could get better.

Enough of that.

I dislodged the IV and pushed out of bed.

The moment I stood up for the first time in too long, my legs shook and an intense wave of lightheadedness had me wavering.

Son of a bitch.

I was forced to sit back down on the bed.

I considered calling Sky in to help me, but she’d probably just insist I remained resting up here. And knowing the power of persuasion that she had over me, she’d be able to convince me to continue doing just that.

Sighing in a whole lot of frustration, I reached out a shaking hand to grab my phone.

With trembling fingers, I managed to fire off a text to somebody who I knew I could get to help me and see things my way.

I couldn’t believe it had come to this, that I was calling on his help. Yet again, actually.

Sebastian: I need your help. Come alone.

I’d literally only just put my phone back down when I heard the slam of a door, then footsteps rushing down the corridor outside.

In the next second, the bedroom door flew open and he stood there, eyes wide with a whole lot of worry all over him.

As he came barreling in toward me, he shoved a hand through his dripping wet shaggy hair, shaking it out a little. He was wearing just a towel slung low on his hips.

“Little bro, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“Were you in the shower? Like a fraction of a second ago, Damien?”

“Yeah. I heard my phone buzz with the specific sound I’d set up for you, so I bolted out then saw your SOS text.”

“It wasn’t exactly a SOS. I could’ve waited a little while. Shit.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. You called, I’m here. Now what’s—” He caught sight of the IV hanging free. “This pulled out? All right, let’s fix it. Lay back down and I’ll—”

“No,” I said, grabbing his arm.

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