Irish Promises

Chapter Forty-One

The phone vibrating on the bed above my head seems to be what brings me back to consciousness.

I have no idea how long I've been out for but the blood has started to dry and crust around my face. Which only makes it all the more painful when I move it and try to pry open my swollen eyes.

I manage to crack them open enough to see Irvin still passed out on the bed next to me, the sedative still very much in action and if I could breathe properly I'd probably sigh with relief.

Each breath I take hurts like a bitch causing a stabbing pain to spread across my whole chest causing me to cough. As I do I feel the metallic taste of blood shove its way up my throat and I just about manage to turn my head enough to spit it out.

If the way Irvin's phone is going off is anything to go by I know I have to get out of here as quickly as possible before someone comes in and finds us.

That realisation gives me enough energy to roll onto my front and shimmy my way down the bed until I fall off of it and hit the ground with a thump. My body screams in protest and a scream like groan rips its way up my throat with another puddle of blood.

I've taken enough beatings to know that this isn't good, it's not good in the slightest. I've been black and blue but never has it felt like this.

I feel broken, well and truly fucking broken and I can't help the tears that spring to my eyes.

I feel like I'm fucking dying.

I can't breathe, I can barely move and if the thudding in my head is anything to go by I think Irvin's foot has caused some real damage.

Thankfully my bag is within reach and I manage to stick my hand inside to grab my phone.

Hugh being the first number I call.

He told me not to call him, only to contact him through the encryption app but at this point I have no other choice.

I just hope he answers.