Riley

Chapter 47

Riley POV
My stomach has knots in it as he grabs the rubbing alcohol and untwists the lid. Grabbing the tweezers he starts dipping them into the bottle.

"Was that necessary." I ask. already knowing that it was.

He stops and looks up at me with the bottle in one had and tweezers in the other. "Yea. Now let me concentrate. " He nods his head and looks back down at alcohol in his lap.

He twists the lid back on and places the alcohol on the couch. Leaning forward He positions himself so that he's leaning over my leg while still sitting there.

Sitting there naked... his hair has grown out some and it hangs a little as he leans forward. "You need a haircut. " I say quietly.

"You need to be quiet." He replies in warning.

I open my mouth to speak and then hold my tongue when the tweezers are brought close to my leg. I brake out into a sweat from being so nervous and because I know that I'm about to be in pain.

He sits up suddenly and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What's wrong?" I ask

"Nothing. I forgot to rub your wound with alcohol." he looks me into my eyes and I swallow the lump in my throat.

Grabbing the gauze, he tears a piece off and un twists the top he pours alcohol on it. I close my eyes and prepare for the sting.

It hurts just as much as I thought it would. I clench my teeth together and groan as the burning slowly subsides. Peter also groans in pain but doesn't move his hand from my leg.

"Okay. Now I can actually remove this thing now. " He takes a breath

Tears form in my eyes. That stung so bad and I know the actual removal of he bullet will hurt a lot worse.

"Okay. " He twists the top back on and grabs the tweezers. "Ready. And please don't talk. I don't need and distractions. Just look at me while I'm naked. " he smirks slightly.

I close my eyes and mentally prepare for the worst. The cold metal of the tweezer digs into my skin and into my bone. I cry out loudly in pain and tears spring to my eyes and roll down my face even though my eyes are closed.

I can feel the tweezers open and lock around the bullet.

Peter groans in pain, we both groan in pain as the bullet is slowly and meticulously pulled from my leg and places inside the first aid kit box.

"I'm done. "

Inhaling deeply helps somewhat to hold screaming. It's quiet now except for the deep heaves of breathing, coming from both of our chests.

I wipe away the sweat from my forehead and and the tears from my face. The worst is over. Peter grabs the alcohol bottle again and precedes to tear of a new piece of gauze.

The burning wasn't nearly as bad as before now that I've just experienced the pain of bullet removal.

He takes his time wrapping my wound in gauze and takes the time to carefully wrap his own wound.

"Does your leg still hurt?" I ask

"Yes. It feels like yours does Riley. I could feel all your pain when I was placing the alcohol and removing the bullet. Your a strong girl. "

"Thank you, and your a good docto-"

A knock on the door startles me and paralyzed me at the same time. What if it's more men that have come to avenge my father or something. It could be anything and we weren't expecting company.

Peter looks at me and I shrug my shoulders, directing my gaze back to the door. Partially waiting for it to be kicked in, and half expecting someone to break through the window.

There's another knock but this time more urgent. Peter moves the stuff from his lap and gets up and struggles to put on his joggers.

Whoever is at the door is now full on banging on it. Peter hobbles to the window to take a look outside. I can see his jaw drop.

"Who is it?" I ask panic rising in my throat.

We did just kill my father. He can't possibly be alive right now...

Peter hobbles to the door quickly and it. My jaw drops in the same fashion as Peters did. It's Lorraine...my mom.