Page 47 of Filthy Savage

Need to hurt someone else.

That woman has fucking ruined me!

And until I find her, this is what I’ve become: a madman riddled with an obsession he can’t escape.

AMARA

“You should go home,” Kerry, my boss at the café, says as I head out from the restroom.

The nausea hit me out of nowhere today, and I can’t seem to stop hurling into the toilet.

But I can’t go home. I have to work. We need the money, and I have to pay Emily back for the plane ticket. I refuse to use the money Fionn left me. It’s only for real emergencies, and this isn’t one.

“No, I’m fine.” I clear my throat, but as soon as I do, I rush into the bathroom again.

“You’re going home, and that’s final,” I hear her say. “And take tomorrow off too.”

Great. I probably picked up a virus.

Washing my face, I head for my locker to grab my handbag, seeing a missed text from Emily.

Emily

Hey, are you around later? Wanna grab dinner?

Amara

I don’t think so. Leaving work now because I can’t stop throwing up.

Emily

Oh no! I’m coming to get you. I’m not far.

Amara

I’m fine with taking the bus.

Emily

Absolutely not. Stay there. I’ll text when I’m outside.

Ten minutes later, and I’m in her car, her eyes assessing me with pity.

“You look like shit, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

“Thanks so much.” I throw my head back. “I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

“Maybe we should go to a clinic to check for the flu or something. It’s going around.”

“I don’t feel like I have the flu.”

She accelerates her BMW, a new car her parents got her, turning a corner as she glances at me for a second. “You never know. I’d rather you be careful.”

“I think I just need sleep.”

She huffs. “You need a doctor. Not gonna have you dying on me.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

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