Page 19 of Breaking Sanity
He swipes the concoction off his cheek and presses his pointer and middle finger on my bottom lip.
“Open,” he orders, but I make no attempt to comply, just smirk and cock my eyebrow in challenge. That seems to irk him. In an instant his face is less than six inches from mine.
God damn you!!
“Now,” he barks, but I still don’t comply. Instead I just hold his gaze and match his glare. Most people’s eyes go dark when angered, but his eyes burn brighter.
That can’t be normal.
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he squeezes my jaw forcing it to open. He rams his fingers to the back of my throat, causing tears to spring to my eyes from the sudden aggressive intrusion. After basically giving my mouth a cavity search he removes his calloused digits.
“You will not be doing that again, or there will be worse consequences than my fingers down your throat.” His voice is deadly with a hint of amusement.
“Let’s get her to intake, she has a visitor,” Jason says, starting to walk again.
Wait, a visitor? I don’t like the sound of that.
Are we taking bets on who it is?
Knock it off!
Twenty bucks says it’s the ex-husband!
That’s too predictable.
Seriously, I’ll ask for a lobotomy if you both don’t shut up!
On the trek to the building, I calmed down the attempts to escape and just continued the staring contest with Phantom. It’s easy since he keeps up with the speed walk of Jason through the dimly lit corridors. The room that we enter looks like an intake room at a psych ward. Yes, I would know. I’ve seen my fair share.
“Stay sitting,” Jason barks, throwing me into a chair.
He moves toward the cabinet counter set up and starts rummaging through it . I ignore my urge to stand by keeping my eyes on Phantom. He has closed the door and leans against it with one foot over the other and arms crossed over his strong chest. We continue glaring at each other. That is until large lean fingers grab my wrist, slamming it into the cold arm of the chair. I break eye contact to glare at Jason.
“That was unnecessary,” I snark. He ignores me and restrains my wrist with a padded cuff, then moves to the other one to repeat the process.
Is this actually an old asylum?
I start to look around, but it looks clean, not creepy and broken down like what you see in video games or movies. I would say this room was probably renovated about a decade ago, given the off white painted walls and doctor office like cabinets and the desk to my back right. With the vitals cart off to the front left corner.
“Took you long enough,” a voice says from behind me.
I called it!
“Your ex-wife here decided she didn’t want to play nicely,” Phantom reports. Because I can be childish sometimes, I stick my tongue out at him in response. His eyes narrow making it absolutely impossible to not throw him a victorious smile.
“She doesn’t know how,” Theodore bites, coming to stand in front of me. “Can we get a minute alone?”
The two brothers exchange looks before they go to exit.
“I suggest you be on your best behavior,” Phantom warns, grabbing the door frame and looking directly at me.
“Are you going to come back and make me if I’m not,” I taunt.
The only response I get is him genuinely smiling, revealing perfect white teeth. He starts to whistle some tune as he shuts the door behind him.
I hate you!
“Can’t say I am mad about how you look honestly,” Theo smiles looking over my rough appearance.
