Page 60 of Beyond Repair: Part Two

Chapter 37

Nina

Ican't move.

The only thing I can see is a strip of bright light, but it looks so far away.Why is everything so dark?

Weeooo!

Weeooo!

Weeooo!

What is that sound?

Something tingles...Are those my toes?

Bzzzzz.

Bzzzzz.

Is something buzzing?

Where am I?

There's a thudding in my head that matches the thumping ache in my chest.Why can't I feel anything but the pulse of my heart?Panic rises, reminding me Icanfeel something other than the thick nothingness that has become my body.

Pressure in my eyes makes the strip of light double until it fades completely. What greets me is a blissful kind of nothing. No panic lives in the darkness.

Where there is nothing, though, comes an ache. Like I'm missing something. Or a few somethings.

Where am I?

"I'm trying to convince myself that you sleeping like the lazy piece of shit you are is a good thing. But even with the cops crawling around like pesky bugs outside, I'm inclined to wake you."

Huh?

"You stink like piss. I mean...If this is what you devolve to withoutpropercare, then you should be thanking me. I found you."

I'm going to be sick.

"You'll break easier than last time. I know all of your training will kick back in with some tough love."

Warmth coats my calf and immediately freezes me. Shivers skitter across my slowly waking body. As if the chilly sensation that keeps dragging over my mostly numb skin shocks me, I finally register who's speaking.

Mr. M.

No! No, no, no!"Nnnnnnn—"Why can't I talk?My mouth feels like a cotton ball and I swear my throat is swollen.Oh my god, what happened?

Forcing my eyes open is painful, but when I do, the silhouette in front of the partially open metal door stalls my breath.

"Oh there she is...sleeping beauty."

My neck pulses in response.He freaking drugged me.

But that's always how it was with him. No matter how many ribs he broke or amount of blood he drained from my body, I had to be up the next morning before he was. Heaven forbid I stay passed out after he injected me with a sedative.

I have to be thankful he didn't slice my throat in my bathroom. Morbid, but if I've learned anything all these years later, is that I should count the wins. Each breath and pump of my heart is a darn win at this point.

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