Over My Dead Body // A JJ Watt fanfiction

Chapter 15

AN: Hello lovelies! Thank you for stopping to read my story! I wrote this one awhile ago but never put it up and then I forgot about it and it got lost on the abyss that is my computer! I went through some old files and I stumbled on it and decided to post it. It was one of the first stories I ever wrote. I was going to just put it up as is but I read through it myself I realized how bad it really was lol. So I decided to revamp it here and there before posting it. I've gotten through the revamp of the first 15 chapters. Feel free to let me know what you think! I love reading your thoughts!! :) xoxo

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Chapter 15

Trish quickly tucked her phone back down into her pants before Andrew came to. She quickly placed her hands back into her lap, wincing in pain as she slid her shoulder back under the table she was cuffed to. It was still very sore from her previous attempt at escape. Andrew rolled over and smiled when he saw her still sitting on the floor where he'd left her before he passed out. Trish hoped he'd take a few more hits of the heroine he had and pass out again soon.

"Such a welcomed sight to wake up to," he slurred in his drug induced haze. He sat up on the edge of the bed and shook his head, trying to shake the cobwebs off. He suddenly he sprung up off the bed. "We have to get out of here. I'm sure they're looking for us."

He rushed around the room as he gathered his things. He pulled the bag of drugs he had in his pocket out, counting them over and over again.

"We're low on shit. I'm going to have to make a run back to see my guy before we get out of here."

He paced anxiously in thought. This scared Trish. She hated it when he did this. He was so unpredictable the way it was. Adding drugs to the mix just made it worse.

"I'm not going to have time to leave you here, run out there, and then run back here to get you. You're just going to have to go with me. I can trust you'll be a good little girl and sit in the car while I run in?"

She nodded in response.

"Don't get any ideas, or you will be punished?" he warned, grabbing a handful for her hair and roughly pulling her face up to look at him.

"Would you like me to go wash the blood off?" she asked in a weak voice.

"Do I want you to wash the blood off?" he screamed in her face.

He drew his hand back and landed it on her face with a loud thud. She could feel the blood begin to trickle down her chin from her swollen lip.

"I'm not that stupid!" he continued to rant. "What the fuck would make you think I'd let you anywhere out of my sight after that stunt you pulled earlier?"

"I was just thinking I should clean up so I didn't draw any attention to us by the passers by, that's all," she answered meekly.

He paced erratically through the small, dingy room. He spoke to himself as he did so. She watched him intently as he did so. He seemed as though he was weighing the options and debating on if he thought she was right or not.

"Hurry. Get in there and get out. Don't make me come in there after you," he warned as he sat back down on the bed. He quickly began to pull out everything he'd need to shoot his next dose to curb his craving.

"Umm... Can you let me up?" she asked, gesturing to the handcuffs.

Andrew sighed loudly. He finished tying off his arm and then he got up. He pulled a small handcuff key out of his pocket and released her. Trish stood up which caused her to cry out in pain. Andrew's hand coming down across her mouth let her know she did wrong.

"Shut up you stupid bitch! What are you trying to do? Get me caught?" he seethed.

She shook her head 'no' as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Get in there and get done, quickly! Don't make me come in there after you," he barked as he sat back down on the bed and began the process of loading his next hit.

Trish eased her way into the bathroom, silencing the cries she wanted to make as she hobbled into the bathroom. She flicked on the light and her stomach immediately turned. A roach scrambled across the bathroom floor seeking refuge under the toilet. The tub was dirty with a ring of thick greenish-black mold running around the top. There was a thick ring of soap scum lining the bottom of the tub. She shuddered in disgust as she tiptoed to the sink.

She splashed water on her face. She looked to her left to find a washcloth but it was a dingy yellowish color. She decided against it, and continued to scrub her face with her hands. She was able to get most of the dried blood off of the side of head. She then moved on to the task of scrubbing the blood off of her lips. Her lips were obviously swollen and the left corner of her mouth had already turned a purplish-blue color.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of Andrew banging at the door startled her. She jumped her already frazzled nerves not able to take the startle she'd just gotten. She turned off the water and began wiping her hands on her legs to dry them off not willing to use the towel hanging from the rack.

Without notice, Andrew came barreling through the door, breaking it off its hinges. He reached out and grabbed Trish by her hair and pulled her out of the bathroom. He hastily grabbed his things and then grabbed Trish by the arm roughly. He jammed his gun into her ribs, nudging her forward.

"Don't even think about taking off. I'll kill you where you stand whore," he instructed.

He led her down the corridor and out the front door. She hobbled along in the most pain she'd ever felt. He unlocked the car and pushed her into the passenger's seat. He hurried to the driver's seat and got in. He immediately turned the car on and pulled out of the parking space. After a short drive, Andrew pulled into the parking lot of dive bar and parked.

"Sit here and don't move. I'll be back in a second and then we're out of here," Andrew ordered.

Trish nodded silently. She watched as Andrew disappeared into the bar. She quickly reached into her pants and pulled out her phone. She struggled slightly as her hands were handcuffed together. She got her phone and quickly pressed JJ's number. She could hear the phone begin to ring and she quickly placed her phone back into her pocket. She pulled her shirt out of her pants in order to attempt to mask the fact that her phone was in her pocket. The last thing she wanted to do was to draw Andrew's attention to it.

The door to the bar flung open and she quickly stilled her movements. She kept her eyes forward, pretending to gaze out the window. She tried her best to stay still in fear that her movement would end the call. Andrew slid back into the car and closed the door.

"I just need a hit of this and then we can be on our way," Andrew told her, glancing at the clock.

"Where are we going Drew?" she asked casually, trying to keep her voice calm and steady.

Andrew looked up at her after tying off his arm. "The airport stupid," he barked.

"Why are we going to the airport?" she questioned.

"Because I'm taking you back home where you belong. You should have never left me. You belong to me. Not that pretty boy you've been prancing yourself around with," he answered, never taking his eyes off the needle in his hand that he was filling with the poisonous substance.

"I don't have any of my things..."

Andrew abruptly stopped what he was doing and smashed Trish's head into the passenger's side window. Trish blinked repeatedly, trying to get her bearings back. A viscous headache ensued and wave after wave of nausea came crashing down on her. She swayed gently in the seat. She was grateful her eyesight had returned to normal. She turned her head to look at Andrew and a feeling of dizzy nausea washed over her again. She watched as he injected himself with the syringe.

"Ahh... That's better," Andrew almost cooed. "Now, on to the airport, we have a flight to catch."