The Baby Between Them

Chapter Eleven

Hunter's head was throbbing when he woke up. He hoped he hadn't been out for too long, but Sasha and Rick could have been drugging him for days without him realising. He moved his arms, only to realise one of them was cuffed to something metal.

"There's a bucket next to your bed." Rick's voice came from somewhere to his right, but his eyes were still trying to focus.

"Why?" He asked.

"You've been out cold for nearly twenty-four hours. I figure your bladder might thank you if you empty it." At the mention of his bladder, the organ itself throbbed in agreement.

"Fuck! Right..."

"Take it slow. Your head is likely not going to want to be upright." At least he sounded concerned for Hunter's well being.

"If I take it slow Rick, you're going to have to find me new clothes and have one hell of a mess to clean up on this bed."

Hunter's eyes finally caught up with the rest of his body and when he sat up and looked down, saw the aforementioned bucket and again, his bladder screamed for release.

"You sure it's only been a day Rick? Christ!" Hunter barely had a chance to undo his fly and aim into the bucket, which was a task in itself due to one of his hands being cuffed to the bedhead, before his bladder exploded, let alone have time to stand up, so he sat there for what felt like hours, before he was finally empty. "You got any water? My mouth is dry as anything and why do I feel like I've taken a beating?"

"That'll be the Benzo she dosed you with." Hunter was finally able to focus on where Rick was in the room and looked him over. He looked almost as bad as Hunter felt. "And because you did." Rick stood up, grabbed a bottle of water from the mini bar fridge in what Hunter assumed was a seedy motel room and placed in on the bedside table beside Hunter. "I didn't want any part of this." He said sadly as he walked back to the chair he'd been sitting on.

"I remember you telling me she threatened you and Rae. What's she got, how'd she get her hands on the Benzo and..." Hunter looked around. "Where is she?"

"I guess it's fair that you interrogate me."

"I am a cop, Rick." Hunter shrugged and gave his head a nod, telling Rick to get talking. Rick seemed to weigh up his options, before nodding back and sighing as he leaned back in his chair.

"She managed to buy a gun from her dealer. I thought she was just trying to score again after her measly few hours in rehab, but she came home, pointed it at my head and told me we're going to steal the baby or me and Rae die." He rubbed his hands roughly over his face. "I figured since I'm clean and sober now, at least the baby would have me to look after it."

"She wants to kill all three girls though." Hunter said, remembering that part of their conversation before he passed out.

"I didn't realise you were still conscious when she said that..." He paused for a moment. "But yeah. Apparently so. That wasn't part of my deal with her, to get me to help. I'd of let her shoot me then and there at home if I'd known that. I swear to you Hunter!"

"I know you love Rae." Hunter wriggled his ass back on the bed and sat up against the end of it, to give his cuffed arm a break.

"I really do." He replied honestly. "I gave up on Sasha years ago, but I knew if I left, the abuse that girl went through, would be so much worse, so I stayed. I tried to be home as often as I could, but I had to work and then the drink caught me again. I'd been sober for two years before I met Sasha."

"I didn't know that." Hunter said.

"Not many do. Sasha complains that I'm boring when I'm sober, so I'd have a few drinks with her of a night and then those few drinks turned into a problem."