Page 22 of Touch Her and Die
“It’s gonna be awhile before you move again, from what he said. Just sit tight. He’ll be here soon.”
I tried to wrinkle my nose or laugh or do anything.
“Did you just snort-giggle at me?” He looked bored. “I dunno what you’re doing, but it isn’t threatening. Do you need some water though? I can do that.”
This was so boring. I almost felt bad for victims that had to be drugged. I always thought they enjoyed their deaths a little more.
“Yes. Great idea. It would give me something to spit at Parks when he gets here. Also, you. Have you raped or murdered anyone lately?”
He paused and by the wrinkle of his brow I could tell he wasn’t even remotely a dick.
“Uh. Lately or ever? Cause the answer is no. I prefer my women willing.”
I rolled my eyes because that took the least amount of effort.
“Fuck. I don’t play well with others, but good guys? Well, fine, you may live. You have to tell me how the hell you’re normal later. Maybe give me dirt on your brother. Oh, and hit him with a frying pan.”
He took a few more steps towards what I had to assume was the kitchen.
“How very Rapunzel of you. And no. I won’t cross him.”
I tried to spit at him, but he just shook his head and walked away. I was left with dribble on my chin.
The time went slowly when all I had to do was think. All I could do was think. I didn’t have anything else to do.
No flower petals to pick. No dead sister to talk to. No Richard to feed. Just me and the ceiling and the impending doom of Parks.
Fuck. I was going to have to deal with my problems. I didn’t want to deal with my problems. I was the problem.
Big day in the world of Halle. Not all problems could be dealt with by running away.
Not that I could run away even if I wanted to.
Somewhere in the apartment a buzz sounded, and I turned my head. I was so close to being able to move and I needed to. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want to deal with him today. What could be done about this whole arranged marriage? Losing wasn’t my thing.
I could be logical and know it wasn’t his fault.
I could be the key. But I wasn’t going to be.
No. I flung myself to the floor with the last of my ability. My jaw hit, along with my chest and arms and knees and well, I didn’t make a good choice.
“Where is she?”
His voice warmed my cold body, and I pulled myself faster. Where was I going? Ihad no idea. Just away. I didn’t care if I had to hide in the damn closet.
The floor, although solid, still vibrated. The hair on the back of my neck stood. He was here and I couldn’t face him.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going, princess?”
I tried to pull myself faster.
“Halle, fucking stop. Where are you even going?”
I stopped.
“Fine. But I am not stopping because you asked. I am so tired I can barely drag my ass any further.”
I didn’t roll over, I just let myself flop where I lay.
