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Davon glowered, looking at the blood on his hand after wiping at his nose. “Didn’t I tell you not to put hands on me, Say?” he asked darkly.

“Do your worst, asshole! It’s not like I’m not already dead! I’m just waiting for this nightmare to end now!” she cried.

Davon stepped back as the nurse came back in.

Sailor welcomed the mind-numbing oblivion of whatever was in the syringe the woman put in her IV.

Chapter 27

When she opened her eyes again, it was daytime. Justin was sitting in the chair by the window, picking his teeth as he played on his phone.

She closed her eyes and rolled over, her hands moving down to her tummy and the emptiness there. The room was empty except for Justin, and she heard him get up. Closing her eyes quickly, she breathed evenly as he approached her.

“Say? Sailor, are you awake?” he asked in a whisper. “Say?”

She stayed still, her eyes closed until he went back to his chair and sat back down. She lay there for over an hour until the nurse came in to check on her, a woman behind her with a tray.

“Hey, Mrs Ruiz! It’s good to see you awake! Do you think you could sit up and eat?”

Sailor shook her head sadly, not feeling like eating.

“I’d like it if you would try for me, please? We have someone coming in to talk to you here in a while, okay? The doctor has already talked to your husband and…”

“I’m not married,” Sailor told her hollowly. “I’m still in high school.”

“She’s kidding,” Justin spoke up quickly. “They’re married! Her and Geo. Geo, your husband?” Justin told Sailor pointedly. “The father of your… umm, the child?”

Sailor snorted. “You mean my rapist and captor? Fuck off, Justin, go away and leave me alone. I already know I’m dead, just go away.”

“Sailor, you cain’t say shit like that,” Justin hissed.

“Your husband will be here shortly, I’m sure, Mrs Ruiz,” the nurse smiled knowingly. “Do you think you could sit up and eat for me or…”

“Did he pay you off already?” Sailor asked numbly, turning away from the woman. “Just leave me alone, all of you. Get out.”

The nurse left, the woman with the tray leaving it behind before she left. Justin stayed, pacing as he tapped away on his phone.

The nurse returned a few minutes later and put something in her IV. Sailor didn’t care, she wanted to sleep again.

She didn't sleep, though, she just seemed to go fuzzy all over and languid. Her pain was gone, and her thoughts were gone. It was just an empty echo chamber where her thoughts seemed to bounce around and mean nothing.

She finally had a coherent thought when her eyes locked with Geo’s.

She would be dead soon.

He looked sad, his big brown eyes were full of pain. He was sitting next to her bed, leaning on it, holding her hand—the one without the IV.

“The car’s ready downstairs,” Mig said from behind her.

Sailor didn’t look, she stared at Geo’s face. He was handsome in a terrifying way.

How long until he killed her? Would it hurt? Would it be quick or would he make her pay first?

“Her clothes are in that locker there,” the nurse spoke from behind her. “She should be fine after I get the IV taken out of her, the meds should have worn off already. I’ll take her out in a wheelchair, then you can take her home, okay? Here’s her prescriptions and here’s some paperwork on aftercare. This is a referral for mental health and this is a list of some supportgroups. Hi there, Mrs Ruiz! It’s good to see you awake and focused! I told you your husband would be here soon! I’m going to take your IV out, then you can go home with him, okay?”

Sailor didn’t answer her, still staring at Geo.

When he stood suddenly, she flinched, but he just took her clothes from Mig and helped her get dressed. They’d brought her sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear out. Geo helped her out of bed and into the wheelchair, and she grimaced at the pain when she sat down.

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