Page 39 of Breaking Boston

FOURTEEN

THE REMEDY

BOSTON

Death wasn't as permanent as I had hoped. I didn't see a white light; I saw darkness.

But someone saved me, and I shot up into a sitting position, my body going through wicked bad withdrawals. I was shaking. My entire body ached as if I had the flu. Goosebumps covered my sweaty skin as I went through hot flashes and cold chills, both hitting me like a bitch.

I fucking hated this. I wanted to die, and I couldn't even pull that off.

Wondering where I went wrong, my eyes flutter open, and I rub them, trying to wipe the haze away so I could see.

I gasp, noticing the all-too-familiar glowing masks that I haven't seen since that first night at the warehouse... and they're sitting at the end of Lux's bed. Panic sets in with the brutal withdrawals attacking my body, and I eventually regret what I did.

"What... what are you doing here?" I gasp, my voice hoarse and low.

"From the looks of it, saving your fucking ass. You know how many shots of Narcan I had to give you?" King asks, anger evident in his tone.

"What if I didn't want to be saved? What if I was trying to die?" I ask softly, casting my eyes downward while I nervously pick at my cuticles, holding back tears.

Both masked men charged at me, one grabbing my throat and pushing me onto my back, the other squeezing my cheeks to control my head, forcing me to look into his glowing eyes.

"It's not your fucking time, Little Bird," D says, and I instantly get flashbacks of Donovan.

But I brush it off, chalking it up to another coincidence, even though I don't believe in them.

"How the fuck could you take your own damn life when you have people who care so much about you?" King says in a soft, sad tone that tugs at my heartstrings. "If we were to have lost you, it wouldn't have been a pretty fucking sight."

"It's not about you. It's about me and the fact that I have nothing to live for!" I yell, feeling myself breaking down faster than I wanted to. "You'll find another girl to stalk and obsess over. I'll never get the fucking chance to see my parents ever again. I have no one, no matter what the two of you say," I sniffle, breaking free of their hold. "I don't even fucking know you."

I climb off the bed and grab my needle and another rock of heroin, needing to do a shot to offset the Narcan coursing through my body. I wanted to feel better, and nobody was going to fucking stop me.

I didn't care how scary they seemed tonight. I was going to get high, but this time, I had no intention of taking my own life again.

LUX

I wanted to hold her and make sure that she felt loved. Coming into my room and seeing her almost blue, I knew she had overdosed. Luckily, we all carry Narcan on us for this very reason, but I wasn't expecting her to take three doses before she woke up.

Donovan and I watch as she does another shot to feel better, then we begin mixing up a shot for ourselves, wanting to feel as good as Boston did.

It's funny how an addict's mind works. As soon as we hear about someone overdosing, we immediately want the same shit. It's a better high—a deeper connection with your soul as you slip into nothing but darkness. Yeah, we fucking wanted that shit.

Her anger and her admission about her parents' deaths only confirmed what we had already known. She knew about it, and it fucking broke her like we expected it to.

She still didn't know it was us, and now, after this fucking incident, we were going to make damn sure sheneverfound out. Neither one of us wanted to be on the receiving end of her wrath. She was sexy as fuck when she was fired up, but her tiny ass was meaner than fucking Satan.

The guilt was heavy enough when I looked at her, unconscious on the bed. I had known suicide was a possibilitywhen we started this whole thing, but seeing it play out in front of me was different. I wanted to reach out to her, to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"I don't want to talk about it," she says in a whisper. "I don't want to think about it," she sighs, looking at both of us with a dark desire burning in her eyes. "I want to forget about everything and be free for the night. Take away my pain, King. Take away all the heartbreak, D.Hurt me, choke me, bruise me, fuck me until I can't walk.Just. Make. Me. Fucking.Forget." The look she gives me tells me everything, and I know Donovan feels the same way.

But we saved her, and it was time to give her a brutal reminder of who she fucking belonged to.

"Get on your fucking knees, Boston," I demand, in a deep, dominating tone that makes her eyes widen as she hears it.

I pull my belt through the loops on my soaked black jeans, and push them down my legs, standing in front of her in my boxer briefs with my cock poking against them. Donovan undresses, getting a pair of handcuffs out from the nightstand drawer. She gulps, slowly lowering herself to her knees in front of me.

"You did a fucking stupid thing tonight. Do you hear me?" I grasp the back of her neck and squeeze it, titling her head so her blue eyes meet mine.

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