Page 49 of Blue

Someone who had already been fucked over enough.

And she was mine.

Grabbing his head, I caught him off guard. Instead of fighting his upward momentum to get back on his feet, I slammed his head to the side and cracked his skull against the porcelain sink, reared back, and slammed him again.

In an instant, his arms dropped to his side and his body became dead weight.

I gulped a breath. Adrenaline soaked me in tension and rage. The fucker wasn’t dead…yet. I kicked his ribs and stomped his head.

“Blue. Please, Blue.”

I turned, finally hearing her voice through the rush of blood and noise droning in my head.

“We need to go.”

I clasped her face in my hands, dragging my thumb through the blood smeared on her cheek. “He fucking hurt you.”

“I’m okay. Please. We need to go before someone comes in.”

I wrapped my arm around her, protecting her from anyone seeing the damage to her face and the red marks on her neck and chest, and led her toward the door.

“Wait.” She spun out of my arms, rushed back to the groaning guy, bent, and tried to roll him to his back. With a heave, she flipped him over.

What the fuck was she looking for? She dug through his pockets, pulling a baggie of balloons. She was frantic, clutching the drugs in her hand.

“Got it,” she said, almost as if she were winning the fucking lottery. Fuck me. I guess she’d found her best friend. Black.

Bile coated my tongue, and my stomach churned. She was frantic for the drugs. Her hands shook as she felt his hips and groin and reached into the front pocket of his jeans. Fucking hell. She could have her hands on his dick. Jerking her hand from his pocket, she produced a small bag of crystal, and a glass pipe.

Was this going to send her back to black? I couldn’t lose her again. “Kiss? Don’t do this.”

She lifted those blue eyes to me. “I have to.” She grabbed the gun and handed it to me. “We can’t take the chance a kid finds this.” Her words tumbled out in a rush.

I checked the safety on the gun and shoved it into the back of my jeans as she continued to talk.

“We don’t know how long it will take someone to find him. It’s getting late, and junkies use these bathrooms because there aren’t any cameras.” She pushed the drugs into my hands. “I can’t hold them. I’m not going to use, but I can’t touch it. It’s making me sick to my stomach.”

I stared at the baggies and balloons in my hand.

“I know he’ll think I stole from him, but I don’t care,” she said. “We need to get rid of it.”

She wasn’t looking at the drugs as a score. She was serious. She was done with heroin.

I dropped the pipe on the ground and crushed it beneath my boot. “We’re not getting caught with this shit, either.”

Going into one of the stalls, I opened the baggie of crystal, dumped it into the toilet, and flushed. I did the same with the heroin.

Standing over the piece of shit on the bathroom floor, she dried the last of her tears, gathered a mouthful of saliva, and spit. “Fuck you, Jonesy. I hope you canhear me. Come near me again, and I’ll use your gun to kill you.Another dead Crawler.”

I peered out the door. There were still a few people in the park. How had no one come into the bathroom?

With Kiss close to my side, we stepped outside.

The guy next to the garbage grumbled, “Is Jonesy dead?”

Blood dripped from his chin. He leaned his head against the wall.

“Not yet, but he’s going to need a doctor,” I said. “Come near my girl again, and it’s on sight.” No warning, no remorse, no excuses. And no mercy.

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