Page 46 of Agony

A noise pulled him from going down that path of terror and he flopped one arm off the couch. Slowly, he pushed himself onto his side, and from there, he scooted his hips and managed to roll onto his back.

Gazing up at the ceiling, he heard Rogue entering the bathroom down the hall.

Echo had gone home a few days ago but promised to be back. Fisher didn’t blame the guy, Echo had a life to live with his other half.

The lights were still off in the apartment, but the morning sun had started to filter in from the cracked window blinds.

Fuck.

The pounding inside his head was making a racket, but it kept him from thinking too much.

At this point, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

An hour later, Fisher managed to sit his ass up on the couch and brace his elbows on his thighs.

His cell phone lay on the carpet beneath the low coffee table and he grabbed it.

Several text messages from Savage popped up when he tapped the notifications on the screen.

His boss wasn’t too happy about him missing a month of work.

So the fuck what? Savage could take a flying leap. He was in this state because of Justice. But he couldn’t remember why.

Jesus…

He sounded like a fucking nutcase.

“You awake?” Rogue’s rough voice came from the hallway and he shot his friend a blurry-eyed glance.

“Barely,” he croaked.

“I want to ask you something,” Rogue said.

Fisher gnashed his teeth, but nodded. He wasn’t able to make an effort to stand right away, so he might as well hear Rogue out. After all, the guy had saved him and had put up with his drunken ass. It was the least he could do.

“Does Justice know your backstory?” Rogue said.

Fisher scowled. “He should by now.”

“How? Did you tell him or was he given bits and pieces from other people?”

Fuck no, he hadn’t shared anything about his past with Justice, but the guy had to know. Right?

“He knows.” Fisher glared insistently at Rogue.

“If you didn’t personally tell him about the hell we lived through, how would he know?”

“Fuck this!” He clenched his fists and turned his attention to the blinds across the room.

“I’m not busting your chops. Just think about it, Fish.”

“When the fuck did you become the voice of reason?” he snapped.

Rogue rubbed at the cropped beard on his jawline and gazed away. “We both have our history.”

Fisher’s eyes prickled and that pissed him off. Gritting his teeth, his jaw started to ache.

After a moment, Rogue shook himself and turned his attention back to him. “Feel like doing a job with me?”

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