Page 14 of Traitor

I was completely screwed.

Her hands fisted in my hair as she bit down on my tongue again. The copper tang of blood coated my mouth. Hitting I got. This? Not so much.

“Darlin’, stop. I can explain.”

She bit down on her lower lip and popped me in the chest with her fist before I managed another word. “Yeah? What is there to explain? I’m in love with you, Mike.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” I wheezed.

She cupped my face in her hands and began slapping at my cheeks. “Look at me,” she commanded before her lips connected with mine. She was sending really conflicting messages.

This was worse than the morning after her mom died. I needed to move her out of my lap before she decided to go after the family jewels, but my whole body hurt.

“Mikey? Fuck.” A voice cursed and I looked around the front porch in surprise, but I was suddenly alone again.

“Lauren?”Had she left?I was beyond fucked up, but surely I would’ve remembered seeing her leave.

The porch faded away until I was surrounded by complete darkness.That settled it, I was never using again.The coke must’ve been laced with something. Leave it to Comedian to pull shit like that.

Everything began to feel surreal and I fought to remain wherever I was, even as I was physically lifted up and moved.

“Mikey, open your eyes. Goddammit.” The voice no longer belonged to Lauren.

Cold hit my body, sending me spiraling back down to the ground. I fought to hold on, but the high began to fade almost instantly.

“N-n-n-no,” I groaned.

“There we go. You’re alright.” The voice shifted me and then the cold was hitting me directly in the face. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see the shower head raining water down on me.

“G-Grey?” I questioned, as the out of focus face came into view.

He peered into my eyes. “There you are. Christ, kid. You damn near gave me a heart attack. You fuckin’ OD’ed. Jesus.” He sat back on his heels, the water pelting both of us in its icy spray, and I saw something I’d never seen in his eyes before.

Worry.

“Mmm f-f-fine,” I grumbled. My limbs felt so heavy.

Grey shook his head. “No, you damn sure aren’t. I found you face down in your own puke, Mike. You started fucking seizing on the floor. I’ve got Eli coming to check you over. Where’d you get the drugs?”

I tried to shrug, but couldn’t manage it.

He brushed the hair back off of my forehead and checked my eyes. “Let me guess—Comedian. You can’t pull this shit anymore—you’re better than he is.”

I shook my head. “S-same.”

Grey grabbed me by the shoulders and shook. “You are not him, Mike. Christ, if I wouldn’t have shown up, you’d be dead. Was that your plan?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

“I killed Monica—w-why’d you make me k-keep her there?” I forced through chattering teeth.

He looked at me in shock. “How did you kill Monica? Did you give her the drugs?”

I shook my head slowly. “No—you sent me a t-text and said to hold her in jail. I did what you said and she died.”

His eyed widened and he moved until he was out of the shower and on the tile floor. “You got a text to keep her in jail? What was she arrested for?”

I closed my eyes again, wanting to give in to the oblivion, but it was just out of arm’s reach. “Yeah, you t-told me that it was safer there. Then she went and overdosed.”

Talking required every ounce of my focus. My tongue was completely numb, as was the back of throat.

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