Page 10 of Feed Your Fiends

“As if I want your money. I already told you I don’t want anything from you, including this corrupt treatment. I’m leaving.” The last words slip out with more bravado than I feel. I can’t stand up, much less leave. Yet.

“I didn’t say anything about money. I said I would pay for it. No matter the cost. There’s always something. For me, it was you.”

I snort. “For me, it’ll be you, too. Your life. Get on your fucking deathbed, and then maybe the cost will be paid.”

He looks deep into my eyes, and it’s like I can see those tunnels lengthening as his mind recedes and he contemplates my words. Then, the tunnels snap back as he nods. “Done.”

Done?

He kisses my forehead, and before I can swipe at him like a rabid raccoon, he’s already turning on his heel, but he isn’t heading for the door. He’s slipping his hand through the split in the coat I’d donned, pulling it open until my left side is exposed.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hiss, but I see the answer a second before I feel the prick and the rush of icy liquid into my glute.

How the fuck did he get his hands on that?!His family’s hospital or not, aren’t meds locked and checked in and out? My logic sways as I immediately slump into the soft pillows.

“I can’t trust you to stay,” he says, pulling the now empty syringe out of my flesh before tossing it into the sharps' container. “Not in this hospital. Not on this earth. But I can give you some temporary relief. A temporary return to the darkness until I retrieve you again. Until I can find the answers to bring us back into the light.”

My eyelids droop, and the world grows foggy, but not before the bed dips, and I’m enveloped by his body heat. By his hard cock pressing into my sore ass and his gentle heartbeat against my arm.

My muscles flatline, and I fall into the only person I want and the last person I need. It’s too familiar, too sweetly comforting. A comfort I’d been seeking for days, and naively I’d hoped to find it in Jaime. But Jaime never came.

But he did—multiple times.

To see me suffer.

Then why is he bringing us warmth?

“Get some sleep, Dove.” His hair tickles the underside of my chin as his lips graze my nipple. “We’re being discharged tomorrow.”

Gant

My sweet angel, you were sent to me in my deepest time of need.

When I thought I’d dropped into the pits of hell itself where there was nothing but darkness.

My chubby-cheeked cherubim. I gave you life, and you returned mine to me.

You blinked up at me, lashes webbed with tears from joining me in this cruel world. But then you heard my voice, felt my heartbeat, and quieted.

So did the pain.

Not just of your birth, but the agony over losing my family too. Over losing my love and my life as I knew it.

It all went quiet as your unfocused eyes found me.

I fell into them. Into those pretty pools of Spring where I drowned happily.

I dip the sentimental letter into the water on Elle’s bedside table and drown my mother’s fucking words in my own spring. The black ink blurs as the paper grows soggy. I watch, waiting for it to disintegrate into little curdled wisps as the water turns cloudier by the second. It mirrors the blood flowing through my veins perfectly. Clumping, curdling,spoiling.

My sweet angel…Well, I have an angel, too—a dove.

I look at my sweet Elle, whose body is finally relaxing and giving in to what her mind won’t,me.I can cure this pain, even if I’ve caused it.

My dove can fly higher, faster, but she’ll never dislodge me. She’s possessed me, and I’ve returned the favour, embedding myself into the deepest parts of her, right beneath her soft white underbelly. She invited me in, caged me in with those thick thighs milking my cock and heart for everything I had to give.

Now she thinks I’ll let her leave my world?

Hmm. The thought almost makes me giggle. She can try, and I’ll even let her believe that she can, but ultimately, no exorcism will work. And when she finally makes peace with it, we can enjoyour forever.

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