Chance Meetings?

Chapter 14- Chance Meetings

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Chapter 14- Find me.

My scream hurts my dry rough throat for the tenth time, sending my cheek in a second fever pitched sting making me grind my teeth together in agony. Make it stop… make it stop, I thought to the heavens.

My vision was blocked with material or a drug I couldn’t tell. But now my thoughts were clearer I could pick up on little slight things if I was lucky, but I was still in the dark of what was happening, where I was and who I was with.

Finally my skin was left alone and what was left behind was the deep web of anxiety. Winding themselves around my heart, squeezing tight… and tighter…. I knew I was panting because I was out of breath very fast, and my body was trembling. Was I becoming more aware? Does that mean my pain will be more substantial? Am I still under a dosage of drugs......?

Crying just made it worse I had found out, but I could feel my whole body tense unaware if there was indeed someone there causing this, or whatever else could be happening to me.

My ears prick but are disappointed because they didn’t pick up anything to be aware of. This was incredibly hard to process all the waiting around, and not knowing anything to help me to keep my calm…..

Did I deserve this? The anxiety? The pain? The anticipation of what could happen next?

One thought brought me in ruins. I needed my hero.

Heat spikes my cheek and I feel myself slip again from consciousness with that one thought. I need my hero.

Sam’s pov

‘Sam!’, he clasps his hands together in a sarcastic delight that shone in his dark blue irises. ‘What a pleasant surprise….’.

‘Cut the crap Quinn, where’s Emily?’ I intervene, watching his every movement. His eyes shine and he scratches his clean shaven chin. ‘Emily… I don’t believe I know a Emily’ he glances back up to me. ‘Not personally anyway’ he adds cunningly making me react the exact way he wanted… in anger.

‘I know..’ I take a pause to recollect myself. ‘Quinn don’t mess with me, you sent your boys to set me up and take her while I was away. Why!’ I narrow my eyes watching as he laughs, head tilted back. ‘Sam please my stomach still hurts from the last one you pulled on me…’ he continues to laugh at me before I have him up against the wall. ‘I would be careful Quinn… now show me where she is and if you do lie I guarantee you will not enjoy the next one I pull on you’ I warn shifting my fist higher under his chin, his shirt fisted in my hand. This wasn't a joke for me, I knew out of a deep feeling I had that Quinn was holding Em captive and I couldn't let it run any longer. 

He dismisses his men from grabbing me off him and instead takes me in and seems to consider my words.

‘I’ll show you where she is…’, he takes a pause. ‘But in return I challenge you in a cage fight with one of my finest…’ he studies my eyes closely as I tense my jaw. ‘What’s the catch?’ I ask curiously, keeping my hold strong  just in case. ‘There won’t be any rules..’ his smile was menacing. Maybe I could find a way out of it, but for now I would agree to anything to get Emily back. ‘Done’.

Slowly and wearily I let go of him and step backward watching him straighten himself. ‘Follow me’ he replies grandly leading the way into his club house, all the way down into the basement. I hurry to step down the wooden stairs but don’t see anything except old machinery and pieces of metal covered in dust. ‘Where is she?’ I demand, looking around me. ‘Patient my child…’.