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His brows raise. “You wanted me to eat peanut butter sandwiches for the duration of this job?”
“There is food here. And you should have woken me up.”
“Yeah, yeah. Did she take a piss yet?”
I transfer my wide-eyed glare to Larken. “You still haven't gone to the bathroom?”
She lifts her chin, pointing her spoiled little nose up in the air.
“That's it. I'm not dealing with a UTI or whatever happens when your bladder explodes.” I grab her arm and haul her back up out of the chair. “Come on. You too, Shaun.”
Her expression is understandably alarmed, his is one of joyous expectation, and I don't care about any of it. I lead the procession to the bathroom where I yank down her pants and shove her down onto the toilet. Keeping a hand on her arm, I turn toward the tub and start undoing my zipper.
“What are you doing?” she hisses.
“We are all taking a piss. If it needs to be a group activity then it will be one, but you aren't getting an infection or something on my watch. Shaun, pee in the sink.”
“That's disgusting,” Larken announces. “Where are you going to go?”
“The tub. Everybody ready?”
“This is disgusting,” she repeats.
“Don't worry, baby. We'll scrub it out for you, nice and clean, before your bubble bath,” Shaun laughs.
It's very quiet for a moment, then Shaun laughs again as the sound of him pissing down the sink drain sounds throughout the small room. I'm next to go and it's much louder when it hits the drain in the tub.
“Go, Larken,” I bark. “Now.”
I can almost feel her hot embarrassment burning a hole between my shoulders but she does go. Neither Shaun or I move until she's finished and we hear the sound of toilet paper being unraveled.
“He has to clean the sink before we wash our hands,” Larken decrees. “And I might need help with my pants.”
Shaun laughs even harder as he turns the knob on the faucet.
I pull her to her feet and quickly pull up her pants. “Was that so hard?”
“Yes,” she answers flatly.
“Well, get over it. Not going isn't an option. And neither is starving or dehydrating yourself.”
I get her settled and secured in the chair in the living room again, instead of the kitchen, before I go see what mess of garbage Shaun brought from the store. If he put me through all that stress so he could go pick up a bunch of gas station burritos and beef jerky, I'm going to go back to the original plan of killing him.
Chapter Eleven
Shaun
Even after I got stuff that's easy and quick to eat, and that actually tastes good, Wyatt is still shoving a peanut butter sandwich at Larken. I've been trying to wrap my head around why she won't eat or drink anything and I think I'm onto something. She has been without a decent amount of food for a while now. I wasn't trying to look when we were all in the bathroom earlier, but her hip bones are protruding in a bad way; and when I put her down into the chest early this morning it gave me a really clear idea of how thin she actually is.
“You're going to have to at least drink something,” Wyatt pushes. “I can let you go another day or so without eating, but you absolutely have to drink.”
She just stares him down like she has been.
“Look,” I say, drawing her attention to me. I lift my glass of soda to my lips and take a sip. “Watch.” I take another sip, making it as noisy as I can. Then I slide the glass in front of her and take her cup of water. “Take a drink.”
“The sugar will make her sick,” Wyatt gripes.
“The dehydration will make her sicker.”
