What Goes Around, Comes Around

Chapter 21- What Goes Around, Comes Around

That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.

Olivia

"It's much more worse than the last time," one of the men told me as I walked up to the house. In order to get here you have to turn down this deserted road, and drive for five minutes before you see one single house in a big open field. "We have him in a bed now."

"Is he conscious?"

"Haven't seen him open his eyes in two days, so I doubt it."

"Is he alive?"

"Yeah, I think so. Boss will give you more instructions though, he's waiting for you in his office," I shook my head as I now followed him through the house to the Big mans office. "He's inside."

"Thanks," I mumbled as I knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

"Hello, Olivia," Ty greeted as he opened his door with a smile, I gave him a fake smile in return.

"Heard you needed me again."

"Yes, follow me," he ordered as he walked away and headed towards the staircase. "If you can pull him back from this one, then you truly are special."

"What's the point of this again?" I asked as we now stood outside of the door to the room where my patient lay inside.

"I don't want him dead yet. I got carried away and I went too far, so without you he'll be dead by morning. Help me, please? Do whatever you can to make him better."

"I'll try my best," I promised, not knowing what I was about to walk in and see.

"You're amazing, love," he complimented kissing my cheek, I looked away.

"Have your men deliver my equipment up to me, it's in the trunk of my car. Also, make sure they knock before they come in. I hate to be disturbed."

"As you wish," he said before leaving. With a sigh, I twisted the door knob and walked inside of the room slowly.

When the bed came into view and I saw the person laying on top of it, I froze in my spot, feeling my heart drop to my stomach.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered walking to the body. It looked like he was just thrown across the bed. His head was at the very edge of the bed and his right arm was dangling across the side of it as he laid still, unmoving.

I crouched down next to his head and placed my fingers at his neck to feel his pulse. It was barely there, but at least he had one for now.

I heard a knock on the door and quickly stood up to get it. I opened it to see Ty and his men standing there with my bags in their hands.

"What kind of sick game are you playing on this man?" I snapped as soon as I saw him. His eyes instantly darkened and he threw the bags in the room before grabbing me and closing the door behind us.

"You don't fucking question me. Your only job here is do whatever the fuck I say, do you understand me?" he snapped in my face, his grip on my arm so tight I knew it'd bruise.

"Whatever Ty," I muttered snatching my arm away. "I would like to work alone."

I waited before he was gone out the door before leaning against the door and taking a deep breath. I hate this so much.

I slowly walked back into the room and stared at this mans back. I've seen a lot of bad things that Ty has done to people, but this by far has to be the worst.

His whole back was inflamed and his skin was split open from where the whip must have struck his back multiple times. I can't even begin to imagine the amount of pain this man has to be doing through.