Never Forever

Chapter. 18 Bloodshot

When I woke the next morning, I found myself in my own bed. The sun was already up and I had to shield my face from it. Blinking drowsily, I slide out and pad downstairs to make coffee. But it wasn't until I was at the coffee cupboard did I suddenly remember last night. Nick. Vodka. Trying to get away. Then me blacking out as he... I tentatively touch my lips. Dang him. Glancing at the sink showed that the cups had been washed and put in the drying rack and I couldn't see my vodka anywhere. Dang him. He must have picked me up and carried me to my bed. Looking down, I was relieved to see that I still had my clothes on. I knew what he was up to. Trying to gain my trust again. Grumbling to myself, I begin the procedure of making coffee.
Sticking the right ingredients and cup into the coffee maker, I step back and rub my eyes. There was a dull pain behind them that I couldn't reach. And no, it was not a headache. I don't get headaches. My phone ringing made me shriek. I stomp over and yank it off the hook.
"What?!" I snap into it. Where do I get theses moods?
"Jacey?" Tracker's voice came from the other end. "Are you alright? Maybe I should call later..."
"No! It's fine, I just.. had a rough night." I say tiredly, rubbing my eye.
"Im sorry to hear that... hey? Why not come meet me at the local coffee shop?"
"That's sounds nice, but..."
"I'll pay if you want."
"No, that's not a problem, I just..." I sigh, not liking this strange pain in my eyes.
"What is it?" Tracker's asks. I could hear the concern in his voice and had to smile.
"My eyes hurt." I say truthfully. "Would you like to come here instead?"
"Of courage." I give him the address and Tracker hangs up. I slowly set the phone back on the hook and head back to the coffee maker. Taking out the mug, I blow before taking a sip. Glancing at the clock told me it was 9:03am. I sigh and put down the coffee. Better go get changed if I'm having company. Reluctantly, I slowly shuffle my way up the stairs and switch out my rumpled clothes for jogging cupri's and tank top. Leaving my hair the way it was, I go back down. But three steps from the bottom, I miss a step and tumble the rest of the way. Grumbling, I sit up, rubbing my head. A knock from the front door makes me jump.
"Who is it!?" I yell.
"It's Tracker, are you expecting someone else?" A muffled voice answers.
"I expect a lot of things but they don't happen!" I retort.
"Are you not... dressed or are you scared you may swoon when you see my handsome face?" I roll my eyes. Actually, I'm currently sitting on the floor. Scrambling up, I run into the front room to open the door. Tracker gives me a bright smile.
"Oh you are dressed. That must mean-
"Get in here." I growl. Laughing, he steps inside.
"Nice place." He comments, walking right on into the kitchen. I follow.
"Eh, I get by." Shrugging, I grab an extra cup and fill it with coffee. "Here."
"Thanks." He takes it, laying the small package he was carrying onto the counter. "That's for you." He nods. I eye the square package suspiciously before reaching out and picking it up. "Kyle sent it." I almost drop it.
"Kyle?" I stutter.
"Yeah, I told him about your eyes hurting so he whipped up a batch of this stuff." Tracker taps the brown paper covered object. "Was I wrong to do so?"
"No, it's just- wait. How'd Kyle get It here so fast?"
"Oh he was with me." He says easily.
"And where is he now?"
"La Jolla somewhere." Tracker makes a roundabout gesture with his free hand. "Why? Are you scared of him? Don't blame ye, he can be pretty intense." He chuckles, taking a sip of coffee.
"I'm not scared of him." I stick out my chin defiantly.
"If you say so." Tracker shrugs. Rolling my eyes, I tear away the paper to reveal a little box. Upon opening, I find it contains flat, white, round candy looking things.
"Instructions?" I inquire.
"Nada. Unless you're pregnant, I guess."
"Almost every single prescription says that." I point out.
"Unless they're for pregnant women." He grins.
"But this isn't for pregnant women." I clarified.
"No- unless you're pregnant."
"I'm not pregnant!"
"I didn't say you were."
"Then don't!" Tracker causally leans against the counter and takes a sip of his drink.
"Nice day today, isn't it?" He asks. It took me a moment to register what he said.
"Um, yes, it is." I mutter, fumbling with the box of candies.
"Try one." Tracker prompts.
"How do I know they're not poisonous?" I blurt.
"Why would Kyle want to poison you?" He frowns. I pierce my lips. Why'd I say anything?
"I don't really know him. Besides, nothing wrong with being on the safe side, right?" Pinching one between my fingers, I pop it in my mouth. One moment is was there, then it wasn't. Melting in my mouth like sugar and tasting of honey. Swallowing the Now liquid, I noticed the pain had almost diminished from my eyes.
"Wow." I had to say. "Is Kyle a doctor?" Tracker shrugs and shakes his head at the same time.
"Not really. Of a sorts."
"What do you mean?" I ask warily.
"More like a scientist/doctor thingy." Tracker waves a dismissive hand.
"A scientist?" I hiss, gripping the counter in alarm.
"Yes... is there something wrong?" His brows furrow in concern. I didn't answer. Kyle was a scientist-just like Nick. Do they work together? Are they plotting against me? Does Kyle even know that Nick is crazy? Remembering Kyle's hard expression and sharp blue eyes, I could never see anything getting by him. I rub my temple, trying to think. The pain was gone. Why was the pain gone? How did Kyle know what could stop it?
"Jacey, are y-" Tracker stops when I look back up at him. "Uh, your eyes.."
"What about them?" I demand, scared.
"They're... bleeding." His expression is a mix of horror and confusion. He goes for the phone but I grab his sleeve.
"No! Don't call 911!" I yell, touching my face and my hand coming away bloody.
"Jacey! You're crying blood! What am I supposed to do!?" I can see that he's scared. He doesn't know what's happening.
"I'm fine! It will go away!" I jerk him away from the phone. I grab a tissue and wipe the blood from my cheeks. Nick did this. When I had passed out. Somehow. But what had he planned to do?
"You're eyes are stained red." Tracker points out, eyeing me like he was trying to figure it all out. I go to the kitchen sink and splash cool water on them.
"Jacey, whats going on?" He demands. I blindly reach for a tea towel and wipe my face before turning to face his expression that said ' I'm determined to know everything'. Sighing, I take a sip of coffee. Should I tell him? I don't have to tell him that I'm immortal. Just being hunted by a psycho. Besides, I've lied before, I can do it again.
"I'm being hunted by a psycho scientist who wants me in his experiments." I say finally.
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