Page 89 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“I’m sure the hospital would love to see how you conduct yourself in your spare time,” he chuckles. “It will most likely get you fired for inappropriate conduct.”
“Why are you doing this?” I barely make the words out.
“Did you really think I would let you go that easily, Emily?”
I jump in distress when his head drops to my shoulder, and his lips press to the sensitive skin on the side of my throat.
“What are you doing?”
I am completely in shock. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t push him off me.
“No,” I whimper, but I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“Shhhh,” he kisses up my neck and to my ear. “You’re okay… babe.”
I know that everything happening to me right now is wrong. But I can’t even cry when he picks me up from the couch and walks with me toward my bedroom.
“Geez, have you gotten fatter? How is that even possible?”
His complaint penetrates through the intense fog that’s completely overtaking my brain. I lift my arms when he tells me to so he can take my top and bra off, then step out of my pants and underwear when he directs me to.
He tells me to lie down on the bed, helping me when I am about to fall over the other way. My balance is off. At some point, I think I am having another asthma attack. Why is this happening?
I gasp for air for what seems like forever, blindingly reaching for something or someone to help me.
“Here, babe,” I hear a voice calling, and what feels like an inhaler is placed into my outstretched hand. I attempt to shake it a couple of times like I was taught to do when I was younger, but my arm is not moving as it should.
“It’s fine,” he tells me and presses my hand closer to my mouth. I place the inhaler against my lips and struggle to take a deep pull. It hurts my chest when I finally do it, but shortly after, a soothing feeling overcomes my entire body. I finally feel good. So good.
Hands run over my naked skin, from my shoulders to my feet. I spread my legs when I feel fingers probing inside of me, but that hurts.
“No,” I mumble, unable to open my eyes and see what’s going on. “That’s bad…”
Sleep threatens to pull me under, making me forget everything, but I jump in distress when something slaps me across the face. The sound echoes around the room, confusing me even more. It stings my cheek, and I want to bring my hand up and touch my sensitive skin, but it’s too heavy.
I feel so good that it’s got to be wrong.
That’s my last conscious thought before it all goes completely dark.
27
Puck
“Wouldme saying no to you make a difference?” I stare at Emily’s father, wishing he didn’t force me to do anything I might later regret.
“I thought you were in love with my daughter, Mr. Puck,” Devereaux leans back in a relaxed manner. “Did I misread that situation? After all, you did sneak out all the way from Texas, in the middle of a very delicate situation that could’ve gotten all of us killed, only to come here and see her.”
My jaw is clenched so hard, I may lose a couple of teeth before all this is over.
“Keeping my daughter safe is all I care about,” he relents and continues talking, even though I’m sure he could sit here and stare at me all day until I talked first.
“So you don’t really care who’s watching her then.”
Devereaux shrugs. “Well, I would prefer for her to enjoy the company of the person she is with. And she seems to enjoy yours, so it was a no brainer.”
I lean forward, ready to state my terms.
“If I do this,” I tell him, knowing full well that I am doing it regardless, “I need all the information you have on my family. Why is Kenny alive? Bricks told me he took care of him.”
