Flight (n.h|a.u)

Danger zone

/Niall/

I pulled my leather jacket off letting the light breeze kiss my skin.
I slid the package over to the other side of the table and the man's serious façade didn't falter.
"Is that all?" He asked sitting down.
I solemnly nodded.
"Where's the rest?!" He grumbled.
My mouth went dry.
"That was everything on the list. 32 grams of heroine and 2 pounds of weed." I said holding my ground.
"Liar! There was supposed to be more than that!" He spat.
His face convulsed with anger and I let my fingers secretly trail across the cool metal of my 9mm.
"Ask your secretary then. He placed the order for you." I said aggravated.
"Louis!" He bellowed.
A short, stick figure of a man scurried out of the trailer and by his side.
"You order me this!?" He raged.
Louis nodded curtly.
"Th- t- that was all you asked me to get- sir." He tripped over his words as he was lifted mere inches off the ground.
"I told you to add 12 caps of speed and 3 bottles of antihistamine!" He corrected the little man.
The stick figure shook in fear in front of my eyes as the raging man pulled out his gun and pressed it to the sticks chest and mumbled a few words in Spanish before pulling the trigger.
I swallowed my rising anxiety and sat calmly while he threw the body to the grass.
"I never liked him anyways. The kid needed more meat on his bones. Never did anything right." He sighed and snatched up the bag.
Standing to his feet I watched two men drag the cold body farther into the woods.
He turned back to me before leaving. "Until next time."
I nodded and stood.
When he was out of sight I shook all my nerves away and fled to the safety of my car.
I called Harry and told him that I had delivered the package and was done for the day.
He gave me the names for tomorrow's clients and then hung up.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
I flung my phone into the passenger seat and drove home.
I pulled into the drive way and instantly my mind was sharp and alert.
Something was not right.
I ran into the house and up the stairs.
Sarah was gone.
I looked in every room then found the kitchen.
The food was untouched but the fridge was wide open, and my prized bottle of jack Daniels was missing. then I noticed the basement door was open too.
"Shit!" I muttered, closing the fridge door and I turned the light on and my stomach dropped at what laid at the bottom of the steps.
"Sarah?" I whispered.
"Sarah?!" I didn't get an answer.
"Sarah!?" Louder this time but the only noise was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the drumming of my heart hammering away in my chest.
She wasn't moving and I prayed to God that she was breathing as I ran to her.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw the shimmering glass and the blood.
"God Sarah what happened?!"I whispered.
Being careful not to step on any glass I picked her up and cringed as little shards of glass fell onto the floor off of her body.
Her long blonde hair hid her face until I started my climb up the stairs and it started to fall away from her eyes, which remained close.
A mix of emotions rolled around in my head but I pushed them aside for now. I couldn't call an ambulance, because then the police would show up too and then they'd start questioning and searching, and no one could ever discover what was in that basement or else I'd be a dead man.
"Sarah?" I mumbled waiting for some sign of a reply.
I gently laid her on the table and put a throw pillow under her head. I reached into the cabinet for the first aid kit and a towel.
I got out the tweezers and got to work.
She was still breathing because I could smell the whiskey on her breathe.
I got most the glass out and then checked to be sure there wasn't anymore.
I ran the washcloth under the faucet and wrung it out before cleaning her arms and face.
My fingertips lightly grazed her cheek and I stood there just taking in her features.
She was beautiful.
But I knew I could never let her get too close it would put her in too much danger.
I gently picked her up ad held her close to my chest as I carried her to the guest room and laid her on the bed.
I left the door open and turned out the light before heading back downstairs to clean up.
I swept up the glass and put away the food, then I took a shower.
Sarah's face wouldn't leave my mind. She was all I could think about.
I checked in on her every hour, but nothing seemed to change.
I made some calls and then headed down into the basement. My heart hammered away in anticipation as the what ifs dragged themselves back into my head. What if she'd found my workshop!? What if she called the cops? What if she tried to call the cops and one of Harry's men got to her first? Good god then we'd both end up dead.
I walked around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the faux wall was still in place keeping my secrets tucked away.
I ran the palm of my calloused hands along the base feeling for the spot that was burned into my head forever.
The wall slowly retracted letting the familiar darkness become even darker.
I reached around for the dangling cord and with a gentle tug a pale light flooded the cold, dark room. A shiver ran up my spine as I took a seat at the old desk and pulled out of the drawer, a bag a little smaller than the palm of my hand. I grabbed my credit card and a piece of paper, then resumed my actions.
I dumped the contents of the bag out onto the table and crushed up the tablets with my credit card.
Making separate lines of the acid powder I rolled up the paper and started at the first column, slowly inhaling the sugar like substance. 
I threw my head back as a moan escaped my lips as the effects took hold.
After a few more hits I felt myself go numb and I fell into nothingness. Eventually, I passed out.