NOTHING FEELS THE SAME

Chapter 85

*screw it guys, I'm writin like this from now on. It's easier*

Gazza's pov

"It's what it looks like" I turn and look at Sam through the fuzziness of my tears. "Gary what happened? Did someone try hurt you again?" She asked me concerned. "No. Yes. No. Ahhh I don't know!" My head is killing me, I can't think straight. I screw up my face and bury my head again. "Gary it's alright" Sam moves closer to me and strokes across my naked shoulders. "No it's not" I move to sit up in bed but Sam keeps me down. "Go back to sleep Gary. It's not important, we can talk later when your feeling better." I slump in defeat and close my wet eyes. I need to tell her.

Maxs pov

Where is that stupid little whore! It's 7am and she's still not back. If she got caught I'm going to kill her. "Sir?" Someone says. "What!" I grow from my chair. "It's bad news I'm afraid, they've got Rosie" I thump my fist down beside my cup of tea and the burning liquid spills across my hand. This was a stupid idea, a stupid fucking dumbass idea, why did I let her do it! If she says a word were screwed.

I head underground and start looking up the blueprints to the city's police station. Despite what they think, I know where they are.

After carefully plotting a plan to get Rosie out I sit and think. Is it really worth it? We could lose heaps of manpower attempting this. No. I screw up the notes I've made and throw them in the bin. If she says anything we'll just have to be prepared, if she says anything, I just need to have a little faith in my sister.

Gary's pov

I wake up feeling much better, my headache as almost cleared and I feel strong enough to talk to Sam. I drag my eyes open but she's not beside me. Sitting there I'm pretty sure I hear the shower cut off. Soon enough Sam walks out wrapped in a towel and lays down beside me on the bed. "You'll get the bed wet love" I smile at her but her expression is unreadable. "Gary, I don't feel to well" she murmurs to me. Upon closer inspection I see that it's not just droplets of water on her skin, there's sweat too. "What's wrong?" I ask in a panic. She just shakes her head and holds her middle. I notice her breathing quicken as I reach out for my phone and call our private nurse. I hope it's not what I think it is.