Page 27 of Slaughtered Firefly
“Mia, I want you to listen to me okay?” I put my hand on her hand, stopping her from hurting herself.
“I need you to calm down, so we are going to play a little game. Okay?” I started unsure of exactly how I was going to calm her.
“What do you see right now? Name three things.” I pleaded.
She was still shaking and pulled the blanket closer. “Carpet.” she breathed out.
“Good what else?” I pushed.
“T-t-the blanket.” she stuttered.
“Last one.” I urged.
I needed to distract her mind enough to let her body come down from the high.
“Your hand on mine.” she finished.
“Good, let’s get you out of here.” I pulled her into me and we walked to the door.
The sound of cars racing down the street reached my ears as I half-carried her towards the exit. The rain hadn’t let up, and I was afraid of what I was going to do next. When I opened the door, I almost smacked into a young man. He looked to be a few years older than I was. He looked like hell—in a cool way. The storm had wrecked his hair, and there were a few curls sticking to his forehead. He had a warm sun kissed golden skin tone coated in tattoos from his neck to his arms like some unfinished story. He was out of breath and soaked from the fat raindrops that continued on. The man looked angry and concerned, and Mia gripped my hand tightly as she stood in front of me, against the man that had just arrived.
Present day—June 30th
My phone started to ring,bringing me back to reality. I pulled the smartphone from its confines in my pocket. The caller ID flashed across the screen. Riven state corrections, I sighed, knowing it wouldn’t stop ringing until I picked it up. I hadn’tthe slightest idea if this was a guard calling to arrange another meeting or if my clients wanted to speak to me. Please God let it be anyone but Midas calling, I was hopeful as I had over twenty clients in Riven, some small fish hardly involved in anything more than robbery, but if it were the big wigs, I would have problems. I stood and excused myself out of the room, but again there wasn’t a peep from Mia. I didn’t expect as much as I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.
15
SUBPOENA
Present day
Ididn’t bother to acknowledge Scott when he excused himself from the room. There were enough things happening inside my mind that it was hard to keep track of everything I was supposed to be doing and what I must do.
Getting caught in that manner wasn’t a part of my plan, I knew as such, but if I didn’t rebel once in a while, they might have thought I was finally the perfect little bitch doing what I was told. Jasper’s crew really knew their drugs; it was no wonder that I hadn’t died, but I had been exposed to all of these before. It was never the high or the euphoria that messed with my mind; it was the memories that surfaced as I came crashing down that were the nightmare.
I flicked on the television that was mounted in the corner, and it zinged to life. As I flipped through the channels, willing my memories not to override my mind, I stopped on a classic as the soft thrumming of rain hit my ears.
“Knock Knock.”A soft, feminine voice reached me, and I snapped out of my memory. The classic film had long since been over, and the rain hadn’t let up, still pounding against the window.
“What?” I asked as my eyes locked on the intruder.
“I am Dr. Wellington, I was the one who treated you when you first came in, now that you are awake and stable I was wondering if we could have a chat?” she said as she stepped further into the room.
I didn’t acknowledge her as she pulled up the stool beside the bed and sat there waiting for me to speak first. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, so we sat there in silence, both staring at each other, locked in a mental battle.
“Well Ms. Williams, did you know you had been drugged with numerous amounts of illicit drugs and substances?” Her clinical voice was soft, alluring, but I wasn’t going to be divulging that information.
“Okay, how about this, could you tell me a little about the scars on your back? They look old, like you’ve had them for many years?” she glanced towards my backside with a frown.
“Not that either? Huh,” she paused for a moment, looking at the chart in her hands.
“Well, I’ll get right into it. When you first arrived, we treated the narcotics in your system, did a full pelvic exam, noting the various traumas to you, we had to extract an intrauterine device as it was damaged, we also stitched up your vaginal entrance as I am sure you felt—” she finished up listing the various treatments and medications.
“Was that all?” I gave her a look like I didn’t give a fuck about all the shit she had done, keeping my tone as monotone as possible to speed this along.
She looked nervously at the chart and swallowed before closing it altogether and giving me her full attention. “Can I be frank with you?”
“Go for it Doc,” I rolled my eyes, already annoyed at the interaction.
