Page 43 of Agony

“Fucked over.”

Justice scowled and took a sip from the scalding liquid in his cup.

“Whatever.”

Fisher’s ravaged and confused face came back up.

Why had Fisher screamed those words at him?

Fisher didn’t want to open his eyes. He knew Rogue was hovering, but he didn’t want to see the worry on his friend’s face.

He didn’t want…

Anything, that was the word he was searching for.

Never again.

Getting and staying drunk since Oregon was helping.

Thank fuck for alcohol, otherwise, he might have completely lost his mind when Justice appeared out of the blue the other day.

“Fisher.”

That was Echo’s voice.

The bed dipped and Fisher grimaced when both Rogue and Echo climbed up on either side of him.

He wished they wouldn’t, but it was Rogue’s bed in the shabby Glendale apartment, so he had no right to complain.

Echo dropped one arm around his waist and Rogue settled his big body firmly up against him and started smoothing out his tangled hair.

They’d done this as kids. When shit got really bad, they had huddled together and rode out the storm.

Only this storm had come out of nowhere.

Flashes were slowly coming back, but he couldn’t get a clear fucking picture of what had happened.

He’d recalled Justice’s face and all he knew was that the man was somehow involved.

And knowing that Justice had a hand in triggering a blackout was sending him into a tailspin. Now each flash of the man’s gorgeous face came from a place that destroyed him.

And the fucked-up part was that he knew better.

He fucking knew better than to get involved with anyone.

Wiping at his face, he scooted enough so he could roll onto his stomach and bury his head in the pillow.

The room whirled. His head swam.

Come on alcohol. Fucking work.

He needed something stronger. Shoving up with his arms, he rolled over on Echo and scrambled off the bed.

“Fisher?” Echo was up and so was Rogue.

“Fuck off,” he snarled, making his way to the bathroom. He slammed the door and started tearing apart the medicine cabinet.

Rogue had to have painkillers or if he was lucky, sleeping pills. He would take anything to shut his fucking brain off.

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