Mrs. Aird (Belivaird) (Book 2)

Chapter 14: Payback

Song^ Hold Me Down by Halsey

"Motherfucker!" I screamed out as the pain was increasing with every movement that I made. Carol looked at me after she pulled my shirt down and I looked back at her as the pain was slowly fading.

"I'm sorry, baby," she pecked my lips and I smiled against them.

I looked at her, "It's ok for the hundredth time,"

Everytime she accidentally touches my shoulder, she apologises when I yell out in pain. It hurts like hell, but I always tell her it's ok because I know she doesn't mean to do it.

She grabbed my sling and pulled it over my shoulder and I laid my arm inside of it. She started adjusting it and I watched her.

Before I was released, the doctor told me that I would have to wear a sling until I get out of therapy. It'll help me from moving my arm, which I'm glad, because I always seem to forget until that pain wave shoots through me.

She looked at me and smiled after she was done, "All good," she kissed me again. "I'll be downstairs in the kitchen if you need me," I nodded and watched as she walked out of the room.

I sighed and walked over to the mirror to look at myself. When my reflection came into view, I saw a fucked up woman in front of me. I examined my arm through the mirror and I couldn't help but think about how everything happened.

It's been three days since I was in the hospital, and one day after I was released. They didn't let me go until Sunday morning, and I was so relieved because I was ready to get the hell out of there.

Everyone came by to see me that day Carol called them. As soon as they all walked in, not at the same time, they all started crying. I have never seen so many crying people in one place, not even a funeral.

I was happy to see everyone and they stayed for a while. They all said they would come to see me once I got out, so I'm holding up on their promise.

The police were there to ask me questions about everything and I lied to them. I couldn't bring myself to tell them, although nobody else was around me to hear anything, but still, I know that the police are on his side, so there's no point in telling them anything.

I stared at myself in the mirror and thought of Harge. He seemed to be on my mind ever since I woke up in the hospital, and I can't seem to shake his face out of my head. I remember what his facial expressions were perfectly and don't think that I don't have nightmares because of it.

I woke up Saturday morning in cold sweats because I dreamt of him and I honestly have never had a more terrifying nightmare in my life.

But, no matter how much I hate him, no matter how much I want to make him pay for everything that he has caused. There's only one problem;

He's still a threat.

He is still out there, and he will still try anything to get to me. He stooped so low into having someone shoot me, and there's no doubt that if he's twisted mind would go that low, that he won't stop until I'm dead.

I have to figure out a way to get to him. The only way to get to a physcopath, because that's what he is, is to get inside of their head and be just as much of a psychopath than they are.

I walked downstairs and with every step I took, it sent tiny pain waves through my arm. I bit my lip until I was off of the stairs and I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep doing that.

I walked into the kitchen and found Carol at the table on her laptop. I shook my head as I walked to her and sat down across from her. I watched her until she noticed me and she took off her glasses.