Page 109 of Broken Pieces

Chapter Forty-One

Raelynn

I sit on the couch in my childhood home with a pounding headache as Logan paces back and forth in front of me. I can tell he is high. The way his eyes are dilated and the jitters he has. I’m guessing meth was his drug of choice today.

“Where is it, Raelynn?”

I shrug, trying to draw this out as long as possible, knowing Easton has to be looking for me. “I don’t know, Logan. I told you it was here. But it’s not. Easton or Harper must have found it. Maybe they turned it into the police.”

“No way. Not if they thought it was yours.”

I feign indifference, battling the throbbing in my head.

Logan rushes up to me and grabs me by the throat. “If you aren’t going to talk, I know a way to make you.”

I try to hide the fear in my eyes, but Logan must see it. He smirks as he undoes his belt buckle. He removes his belt and I flinch, fearing where this is going. But instead of hitting me, he wraps it around my arm. I try to move off the couch, but he pushes me down. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”

He takes a small box, I know all too well, out of his pocket. He pulls a spoon and a lighter out. I look away as he prepares a needle. My body suddenly craving the drug, my mind fighting my body.

He grabs my arm and I try to fight against him again, but he slaps me across the face. The pinch of the slap doing a number on my already throbbing head. I don’t fight him as he puts the needle in my arm.

As the drug hits my system, I relax into the couch. Taken back to a time when I used to forget everything. I float on the couch. I don’t know if I feel this high because it’s been so long or if he gave me a large dose.

His lips are on mine. His hand gripping my hip as he pushes me back onto the couch. He grinds his body into mine and I let him. The high is too great for me to fight back. It’s like I am being reunited with a long-lost friend.

His lips make their way down my neck and over my breasts. My brain tries to tell me something is wrong, but my body is fighting back, telling my brain everything is okay.

I whimper as Logan’s fingers find my core, brushing over the center of me over my shorts. “That’s a good girl. I know what you want and need. Now tell me where the box is and I’ll give you everything you want.”

I try to fight the high taking over. Try to get my brain to tell me this is all false. But the feeling of floating on the clouds and the touch of his hand despite the fact it’s the wrong hand fails me. “Treehouse,” I barely get out as I feel myself start to black out, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Good girl.”

He climbs off me and the loss of body heat forces my eyes open.

“I don’t want his sloppy seconds.” He pulls me off the couch and drags me out the back door. “Where is this damn treehouse?”

My mind is a jumbled mess as I try to figure out how to walk. Logan is half pulling me across the yard. I start mumbling Brooks’ name, my mind playing catch up to my body.

“I don’t want to hear that name. Baby girl, it’s me, I’m the one you love.”

I try to put thoughts together as I stumble in the yard. I fall into the grass; it feels so soft. Logan pulls me along, dragging me through it.

“When did you get so heavy?” he mutters.

“Brooks,” I whisper.

“Stop saying Brooks. I need you to focus for one second and tell me where the damn treehouse is.” He pulls me into his arms and shakes me. My eyes roll back into my head and my neck gives way, pulling my head to the side. “Useless fuckin’ bitch.”

He drops me to the ground, and I giggle at the feeling. I pry my eyes open. He must spot the treehouse because he changed direction and his heading right for it.

By the time we reach the treehouse, I feel like my shoulder is dislocated from Logan dragging me. At least my mind is telling me that, my body feels light as a feather still. He pushes me up the ladder and I try to climb it wondering why we are going here. I make it up two steps and fall back on to him.

“You are just as useless to me as the day we met,” he says as he pushes me to the ground. “I’ll get it myself. Where is it?”

“Where is what?” I slur. My head spinning. I can’t remember what I am doing here.

He curses as he climbs the ladder, leaving me on the ground. I don’t know how long I lay there. I can hear Logan making noise in the treehouse, but that’s not what gets my attention. The sound of feet hitting the ground makes me turn my head. My vision is blurred, but I can see two figures running toward me. I try to climb to my feet, but I can barely kneel. I start to collapse to the ground when a pair of thick arms catches my fall.

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