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I knew of only one way to stop that from happening.

One way of protecting myself.

Of escaping.

I couldn’t breathe.

My throat was closing in on itself.

The walls were closing in on me.

My body was sweating. I couldn’t tell if I was burning up with fever or freezing to death in the summer sunshine.

My muscles felt like they were trying to rip through my skin.

Scratching violently, I shuddered and rocked all while thrown on top of the toilet bowel, unsure which end of my body was going to explode.

Diarrhea and vomit.

Fuck, I was hurting so badly.

It was allherfucking fault.

I was in this pain because of her.

She fucked it up for me.

Everything.

Now I was dying.

Jesus Christ.

Dropping to my hands and knees, I managed to crawl into my bedroom. Groaning in agony, I managed to grab a hold of my cell and dial the first number on the list.

"Jordan?" Annabelle's voice came down the line. "Are you okay?"

"Annie," I panted, curling up in a ball on the floor. "Annie, please…" I dropped the phone as a huge shiver rolled through my body. "I need a score," I croaked out, pressing my face down on the phone. "Please…"

"Jordan," she sighed. "I can't do –"

"I'm dying," I roared, begging. "Please. One more time. Just…help me!"

There was a long pause and then she said, "I'll be over soon."

Exhaling a ragged breath, I wrapped my arms around my body and trembled. "Please… fucking hurry."

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Chapter Thirty-One

Hope

Teagan:Lucky's back in Boulder.

Hope:At your house?

Teagan:He was. He left thirty minutes ago. Said something about getting a beer.

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