Revive (Book Two)

Chapter 16: Dosage

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Chapter Sixteen - Dosage

Well, it definitely was a new one, I thought to myself as I stared in the bathroom mirror, eyes directed to the pink, fleshy circle that resided on my stomach. It had been healing a lot better than I expected it to considering I did an at home surgery job on myself with a lot of blood loss and drugs in my system. It didn't look terrible.

I had to thank Aria for that though, for swiping shit from the hospital while she visited Miles. It was healing fast.

My eyes trailed to a white scar in a line shape on my other side. Shivering, a flash of a knife being punctured into my skin made me nauseous as the feeling was still fresh in my mind. I tightly closed my eyes, opening them again to hope for a different memory, a more pleasant one; but Instead, I was reminded of the pain that Nash brought when he twisted the knife in my bullet hole, digging at my insides.

I thought for sure I was dead.

My fist balled up and I fought the urge to punch the mirror into tiny shards.

Putting a basic black T-shirt back over my body, I exited my bathroom and headed toward the kitchen to fetch a glass of whiskey. Pouring the glass, sloppily spilling some contents on my counter, I checked my phone to see it blank.

"Alone with my thoughts," I muttered and dumped some blow on the table. "Finally."

I was too preoccupied to figure out where my wallet was so I can cut a clean line with my credit card, so instead settled for my matte black knife that I always kept in my back pocket.

Fiddling with my knife, my phone buzzing a loud vibrate off my black marble countertops had me startled. My sharp blade slipped, feeling a stinging pain on my ring finger as blood started to pool in small droplets.

"Fuck," I hissed, examining my finger. Before I had a chance to react, a strong sense of familiarity washed over me. I felt like a train of bad memories slammed into my head as I encountered my past.

I slammed his head down against the glass table again. I was surprised it hadn't cracked from the force. The man grunted from the impact as he struggled to get out of my grasp.

"Where is it?" I hissed in his ear.

"I don't-I don't have it!" He cried, a tear streaming down his eye, over his straight nose, and onto the table beneath his pale cheek. "Please-I'll get you the money, I just need time-"

"Oh dear, that's what you said before," Nash's charming smile with a hint of sinister appeared. I glanced at him while holding the man down. "I don't believe you understand how serious I am about getting back what's mine. It is common curtesy after all. Eli, please," Nash spoke and gestured towards the victim.

I firmly held his head to the table while I grabbed his hand and placed it on top.

"Hold still, you don't want this to be messy," Nash warned. When the man saw the knife, he started screaming. Without any notice, without hesitation or warning, Nash chopped off the mans pinky off at the knuckle as easily as chopping a baby carrot. "Now, now. Don't be dramatic."

The man continued to scream, shaking to get out of my grasp as he violently cried. "Please!"

"Do you think you could remember now, where it is?" I hushed, bending down to eye level. I observed his face, taking in his hazel eyes as the continued to produce large salty tears. I felt horrible, but I couldn't let anyone know that.