Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Blind Girl's Bluff

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As I pull myself up from sink, I wipe off the water from my face after that deep cleanse; of the oxidised blood that is. My eyes became glued onto the mirror, with the reflection of the person I don't recognise staring back at me. I've seen better looking mangled corpses with brighter under eye skin than me.

I looked like a walking train wreck. This was not my best week. I had far too many things to process for I could even begin to worry about my own health. I got my Dad half in the grave while my Mom made sure to pull herself up from hell to see what's shaking. On top of that, was the double- edged sword decision I had to make.

How in the hell can I say yes to Austin duplicating this cure from a barely 2 month old baby? How would I live myself knowing we would just use my son for the sole purpose of l being a lab monkey?

Right now the only thing I needed was to clear my head of all this bullshit around me. Limping down the hallway, I begin to wipe fallen pints of blood from my mouth that refused to stop.

My head remained down because I was so fixated on the blood and my demented walk that I barely notice anyone around the corner, let alone run in to Dexter

It's like these men are built like solid brick walls. "Jesus Christ, the hell you doing man?", I spit out in frustration, stumbling back on my bad knee.

"Could ask you the same. Walking around looking like a train wreck in the middle of the night", he replies, forming a very subtle smirk. The tension between us has been thick since...well...we met. I've made it abundantly why I don't hand off my trust to people I don't know.

And there's still that eery vibe of blame circulating around me even after 5 years. I don't get why he was the only one who truly believes that I was the one with the blood on my hands. He's never taken a liking to me.

"Don't you got something to blow?", I mentioned nonchalantly, brushing past him to get the hell out if this place.

"Don't you?", he replies from behind me.

"Careful, Dex. You're raging hate boner is up for me again. Go find Sebastian, he'll take real good care of you. Either that or go screw a pillow", I spat out. I was clearly not in the mood for this. I had enough shit on my plate to deal with.

"Don't make the assumption that I'm here for you. What I'm doing now is for my friend. And I've done nothing but help the second I got here", he defends before I cut him off.

"And right now you doing the opposite. You're putting out the fire with diesel and fanning those flames. I don't trust anyone under this god damn roof, myself included, so try not to take it too personal okay?". Turning my back to him once again, I tried desperately to hide the frustrated tears building up inside me.

"Personal huh? You really wanna go down this path with me?", he asked, like I'd just killed his mother or something. That's how personal this guy was getting. I pause in my tracks, and hold my head up high, the ghost of smirk creeping up against my lips. I turn right around to face him, in fact, I got right in his face.

"You wanna get gritty with me, tech boy? I've torn everything out of my knee more times that I can remember, dislocated my shoulders more times than you've been laid I'm sure, had a bullet lodged in my melon, in a coma for 3 weeks, survived a 6 hour ice bath, and still had time to give birth in between. So tell me, what can you possibly do to me?". The confidence was oozing out with every word.

"If you're as menacing as you say you are, my body would've hit the floor the second I opened my mouth. And yet here I am, standing in front of someone who has as much personality and charisma of sand paper . You don't scare me", I concluded, to the 6'5, near 250 pound imposing man in front of me. His stature never fazed me. And it won't start now. "I've seen worse".