Page 63 of Wrecked

The only person who had checked on him other than the guard bringing him food had been Jimmy’s doctor. The doc, Rebel only knew as Clifford, had ignored his plea for help.

He refused to eat.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone weeks without a decent meal before. Besides, food was the last thing on earth he wanted.

He wanted Crow.

Tears welled and the bathroom blurred.

Why?

Why the fuck was this happening?

After everything he had been through, why did fucked up shit keep happening?

Because this was the shitty hand life had dealt him. It was one of the reasons he’d never gone to church or believed in a higher power.

And if there was one? Itwasa fucking asshole. If there really was a pie-in-the-sky super being who was all judgmental and shit, then Rebel would surely go to hell because the next thing he was going to do was kill them all.

He glanced around. Other than the bed and a dresser, there wasn’t much else in there, but there was bedding.

Staggering to his feet, he yanked the top sheet from his bed and twisted it into one long rope.

If he made it look like he was going to hang himself, then they would come through that door.

If they came through that door, he was going to rip their throats out with his bare hands. He climbed up on the mattress and tossed the roped sheet up and over the fan that hung above his bed.

When he jumped down, he shoved the bed until it was just out of the way, but not too far.

He would use the edge of the mattress to stand on.

He had seconds. Leaping to the bed, the door slammed open.

Sure enough, Jimmy had been watching him or had one of his men monitoring the cameras.

“Rebel, what are you doing,” Jimmy said, walking into the room.

Rebel glared holding the roped sheet up.

“You can’t keep me here!”

Jimmy jerked his head and two men charged forward, grabbing him just as he lifted the circled sheet upward.

When they got close, Rebel launched.

He sank his teeth into one man’s neck and tore out a bite-size chunk of skin close to the artery, but he’d missed.

The man howled, released him, and staggered away.

Rebel wouldn’t miss next time. He spat flesh and blood from his mouth right at Jimmy, who stepped to the side.

The other man grabbed him from behind around the waist, locking his arms to his sides.

Jimmy made the mistake of stepping closer and cupping the back of Rebel’s head.

The man holding Rebel loosened his grip and that was all it took for Rebel to yank one arm free and gouge his thumb into Jimmy’s eye.

“Fuck!” Jimmy stumbled away holding one hand over his face.

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