Page 45 of Agony

Every thought consisted of how he could stay inebriated long enough to lessen the sense of betrayal. If he did that, then he might be able to keep visions of choking the fucking life out of Justice at bay.

Above and beyond his rage was the torment of half fucked-up memories. Flashes of images careened around his tired brain and he couldn’t make sense of a lot of them.

The fucked-up part was that prior to this episode, his nightmares had almost become nonexistent. With only the occasional one like the night with Justice.

Now, however, they’d returned with a vengeance every night and showed no signs of slowing.

His eyes stung and it pissed him off.

Justice should have been the one to save him, not the one who’d fucked him over.

Thank fuck, Rogue had come to his rescue.

Rescue?

He held his breath. The thumping inside his temples had him moaning.

Rescue from what?

From what he could recall, Rogue’s voice called to him as if from far away.

“Hang on, Fisher,” Rogue had half sobbed.

His friend’s words had carved a slight path through the darkness.

A few moments later, Rogue had lifted him and carried him away. One thing his friend hadn’t been able to do was pull him from his black-filled torment.

When he had finally come back to his senses, Fisher couldn’t ignore his desperate need to escape.

That part he remembered. Buying the online ticket and taking the flight to Oregon.

Now, however, he didn’t have the luxury of escaping.

Rogue had brought him back and there was no denying the situation he found himself in.

He was spiraling and even he could see it. His friends were patient, but he wanted fucking answers.

Perhaps he should track down Justice and get those answers.

Suggesting it to Rogue, his friend had nixed that idea. Of course, that might have been because he’d told Rogue he was going to cut Justice open to find the answers he wanted.

Fisher was more grateful to Rogue than he could ever repay. Since Oregon, the man had stayed by his side. Echo also came to the apartment to visit off and on.

However, it had been Rogue who had stayed with him while he went on one bender after another.

Patiently, Rogue stayed by his side even though Fisher knew for a fact his friend had his own fucked up shit to deal with.

There wasn’t much difference between their pasts. Rogue and Echo were younger than him, but they had all been trained by Solomon.

Fucking Solomon Mercy, the sick fuck had bought young boys or taken them from the streets to train as assassins all to make money.

Out of the three of them, Rogue had been with Solomon the longest.

His friend had been so tightly under Solomon’s control that Rogue actually believed the fucker had been doing a good thing by taking in young boys.

Yet, there had been one thing Rogue had never had to worry about…and that was the fact that Rogue was a big son of a bitch.

For the slender, pretty, and quiet ones, it had been very different—

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