Page 50 of Inevitable Destruction

All I can hear—all I can feel—is excruciating static.

I let out a shocked gasp as freezing cold water bites into my skin. It falls inside of my now open mouth, and I choke as it slides straight down my windpipe. I wheeze, trying to catch my breath, but there’s no breath to be found.

The water is so fucking cold, it’s putting my body into shock, and the only thing I can do is lay there, frozen. It’s hard to breathe again. I force my mouth closed and suck in shallow breaths even though my lungs are screaming for more.

More, more, more.

“Ah, there he is. I was worried you were dying on me. We can’t have that yet.” His voice crawls over my skin and strikes me hard, like the fucking snake he is.

“Wh-what t-the fuuuck are y-you d-d-doing,” I stutter. My teeth are chattering so hard, my words are almost indistinguishable, but he knows what I’m saying regardless.

“Can’t have my dick in a dirty mouth, pretty boy. Time to get cleaned up.” My eyes finally open, finding Rhett standing over me, the shower head in his hand, aimed directly at my face.

“Come on; get up.” This time, he sounds annoyed, and I can’t fight the weak, pathetic laugh that spills from my vomit-stained lips.

“I can’t fucking move. Suck your own dick.” My voice is raspy from the acid of my stomach bile.

“It doesn’t work that way. You want these pills, yes?” At the mention of pills, my head snaps up, defying the pain flowing through me. Rhett’s holding a small, orange bottle in his hands. He rattles it back and forth, like a dog with a bone, and fuck me if I don’t leap like his bitch in heat.

“See, there he is. My little addict.” I bristle at his words, but I can’t deny them. Right now, I’ll be whatever the fuck he wants me to be.

“I’ll do whatever you want, man, okay? But I can’t stand.” I cough weakly. Rhett sighs heavily, but then I feel two strong arms underneath mine. I’m hauled to my feet, and the sudden change in position as my head spinning. The bathroom blurs into a mess of white and blues.

The temperature of the water becomes warmer as more of my skin is revealed. Soon enough, I’m stark naked, but I don’t have it in me to care. He has me pinned against the back wall of the shower with his right hand, and with his left, he sprays the water over my body, removing all traces of my bodily fluids.

“Can you at least fucking wash yourself, or do you need me to do that for you, too? Fucking pathetic.”

I want to cower at his condescending words, but I can’t. He’s right—I am pathetic.

I just wanna get high.

With a trembling arm, I reach for my soap and pump it a few times, then lather my body before repeating the same action until I wash every part of myself I can reach while pinned to the wall.

Lastly, I wash my greasy hair, uncaring that it’s hanging in my eyes and blocking most of my vision. It’s probably for the better if I don’t see Rhett looking at me like I’m a poor excuse for a human anyway.

What is he even doing here anyway? What’s his role in all of this? I don’t understand why he suddenly forced himself into my life.

None of it makes any sense.

“You done?” he grunts, and I nod my heavy head. My strength was nonexistent to begin with, and now I feel like I could pass right out all over again, but I know I can’t. I have to…

Fuck.

I lift my head and my leg in tandem, stepping over the ledge of the tub and onto the cold, black and white tile floor. I slip, but Rhett’s there to catch me, and I fall into his chest. The heat exuding from him brings me a level of comfort I don’t want to feel.

Human touch.

I hate it just as much as I need it.

Now that I’m standing on my own, Rhett lets go of me, and I dart my arm out to steady myself on the counter. He sighs again, and I grit my teeth.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“You’re too pathetic to fuck right now. Maybe once you’ve got some pills in you…” He speaks like he’s thinking out loud, like I don’t have a choice in whatever he decides.

I guess I really don’t. How pitiful is that?

“Yeah. I think you’d be a lot more fun with some fight in you, though I haven’t seen much of it.” A finger under my chin tilts my head up, and I let my eyes roam up his body. His white shirt is soaking wet and plastered to his chest. It’s see through now, and from our close proximity, I can see the colored tattoos covering the entire expanse of his chest, along with two silver bars protruding from his nipples.

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