Page 51 of Chance
I stroked my fingertips over his stubbled jaw.“Did you take any cold medicine?”
“No, ’course not.”He closed his eyes, another groan rumbling from him.“Head’s killin’ me.”
“Ask him if he ate anything,” Sammy instructed.
“Chance, did you eat today?”I traced my thumb over his cheek.
“No time,” he mumbled.
“Did he drink anything other than beer?”
This was crazy.Why wouldn’t he answer her?He didn’t seem to hear her at all, though.I kissed his cheek, fighting tears.“Chance, did you drink anything other than beer?”
His brows scrunched together, but he didn’t open his eyes.“Somethin’ sour.”
“When?Where?”
“Casey’s,” he slurred with a huff.“Had ta fix it.”
“When?”Sammy shouted.
He jerked, his eyelids barely lifting.“Don’t ’member.Before peaches.”
“Before she got home?Evie, when did you get home?”
“It was less than an hour ago.”I was shaking, holding on to Chance’s hand so tightly my own fingers hurt.“Maybe.I don’t know for sure.”
With a snarl, she turned and ran out of the apartment.Moments later, I heard a piercing scream, and then Sammy was dragging my neighbor into the living room.Startled, I didn’t know what to do.I wasn’t even sure I cared.All that mattered was Chance.“What did you give him?”
“You’re insane, bitch.What the hell?I don’t care who you’re married to.You can’t treat people like this.You’re not above the law.”
Sammy laughed, a chilling, maniacal sound that caused goose bumps to pop up on my arms.She scared me sometimes.“You have five seconds to tell me what you drugged him with.”
“I’m not scared of you,” the blonde sneered.“You might have everyone else around here fooled, but you’re nothing special.Go ahead, pull my hair.You’re not going to do shit.”
“Ah, hell,” Abi muttered, squeezing the bridge of her nose.“This isn’t going to end well.”
The words had barely left her lips before my neighbor—Casey—was screaming.It wasn’t like my scream during my panic attack.It wasn’t fear or anxiety she felt.It was pain, pure and simple.
Because Sammy broke her wrist.
Bile lifted into the back of my throat seeing the unnatural angle Casey’s arm was now at.How did she even do that?I saw her do it, but I had questions, none of them appropriate to the situation.Given that her brother was freaking Ghost, I wasn’t all that surprised about her particular skill sets.
“What did you give him?”she repeated calmly.Not breathing hard.Eyes unblinking.Unfazed by the violence she’d just inflicted.I looked away from Casey, focusing only on Chance and how sleepy he was.His breathing wasn’t labored.Was that a good sign?
“Just a little opioid!”she screamed drawing my gaze back to her as she cried so hard that snot and spittle flew everywhere.In that moment, I kind of wanted Sammy to break her other arm.
“How much?”Abi asked, her eyes almost as wild as Sammy’s were calm.
“Barely any at all.”Sammy twisted the broken wrist, earning another scream that might always haunt me.“Owwwwww!OxyContin.I crushed a few of them and put them in his lemonade earlier.”
“Why would you do that?”OMG.This woman was deranged.Why were people so evil?
“I was going to…” She trailed off, and Sammy twisted her arm again.“I just wanted him tothinkit had happened.Then maybe he would give us a chance.”
“You’re friends with his mom!”I shouted, anger boiling inside me.Shouldn’t that have earned some kind of loyalty?Being someone’s friend automatically should have been an unwritten contract that meant not drugging that person’s child.
“She wants us to be together!”she yelled back.
