Page 111 of Mind Maze

I’d failed to protect her from Gareth and then she was dead.

My chest aches at the loss.

With her death, I’d been slightly relieved. I didn’t have definitive proof of what I’d thought Gareth was doing to her. It was more of a gut feeling. It was strange to be pleased that she’d never have to deal with him again.

Gareth was furious.

At himself. At me. At Dad. At Theo.

It was everyone’s fault for not keeping an eye on her.

He’d tried to erase the footage of chasing her down the hallway in nothing but his boxers. I watched it over and over, analyzing ever detail. The terror on Emma’s face. The sick, desperate obsession of my brother. A monster chasing his prey.

And then he actually thought he could just adopt another kid like the last one didn’t die because of him and his sickness.

But I saw that glimpse of him. I knew. Deep down, I knew.

I still couldn’t save Kaitlyn.

Despair claws at my chest. I want to curl up in this bed and sleep forever. Maybe then I won’t have to think about all the terrible shit in my life that gets off on haunting me.

Think of something better…

Immediately, my mind goes to her. Romy. Her sweet, plump lips. The cute way she laughs. How soft her hair feels between my fingers. I wasn’t supposed to get wrapped up in that girl, but I did. Now I don’t know how to untangle myself. It’s impossible.

I want to see her.

If I can get out of this bed, I can find her.

Get. Up.

My body remains sprawled out, my fingers barely twitching in response.

Where have they put her? What are they doing to her?

Pain claws at my chest. I fucking miss her. I wish I woke up with her ass pressed against my cock, sleeping soundly, safe in my arms.

Someone softly knocks on the door and then enters. It’s the same nurse as before. She darts her gaze over my body and chuckles.

“Someone’s been having a nice dream,” she says, playfully patting my shoulder. “Behave. You’re supposed to be relaxing, hon.”

It’s then I realize I’m hard.

Just thinking about Romy sends my cock into a frenzy.

“Don’t worry,” the nurse assures me. “I’m going to help you get back to those good dreams.”

No.

I manage to slur out a word of protest. It falls on deaf ears. Seconds later, heat rushes into my vein, and blissful darkness chases reality away.

Romy

How long have I been here?

Long enough for Seth to shove a bed pan under my butt a few times to let me relieve myself. I’m unnerved by the fact he hasn’t just put in a catheter. Not that I want that. It’s just stressful that he won’t unstrap me to use the bathroom but also won’t make it easy on himself and everyone involved by catheterizing me.

Each time the door opens, Seth, with his auburn hair and trimmed beard, comes in to check vitals or run tests. Now that he’s not violating me, I’m growing used to his visits.

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