Killer One ✓

Chapter 02

Lacey.

Chaos surrounded us as soon as Travis was taken from the room we were in and more of Lucky's men piled in. We really didn't stand a chance against all of them but when hands were clawing at you, promising your death, you didn't just sit quietly and accept it. We fought as hard as we could. I punched, kicked, and bit the strangers until I couldn't see straight anymore, until I couldn't stand, couldn't fight, couldn't move. I was on my hands and knees, gasping for breath and trying to ignore the pain in my side after someone had stomped on it. I didn't know where Ben and Cameron were because moving my head took too much out of me. Hands grabbed a fistful of my hair and in that moment, I was sure I was going to die.

I woke up on a bed that was pressed into the corner of a room. I was on my side and facing a cement wall, with no memory of how I got here. The slats of the bed's frame could be felt through the barely-there mattress, if it could even be called that. There was a sheet on the mattress but nothing over me. It was bright and my eyes took a second to adjust. When I stopped focusing on my sights and trying to remember how I'd gotten there, I felt a warm body pressed against my back. I stiffened.

Slowly, I pressed myself up onto my elbow and tried as softly as possible to turn away from the wall so I could see who was on the bed with me. My heart wished that it was Travis but I'd never been so consumed with fear with him next to me. Panic surged in my veins as the multiple strangers from earlier filled my mind. The man's back was to me and I tried to recall my training about the quickest way to knock a man out without causing a fuss.

My hands stopped shaking when I saw it was only Ben next to me. I shook his shoulder but he didn't budge. I repeated the action harder and he only mumbled out a reply I couldn't understand.

I groaned and finally looked around the rest of the room. The first thing I noticed was the toilet near the bed and my eyes darted around at the walls immediately. Concrete walls surrounded us on all three sides except for the metal bars on one wall. I climbed over Ben, practically tripping on him to get out of the bed but I didn't stop and he didn't wake up. There was a bunk above the one Ben and I were on but my eyes were glued on the wall in front of me.

"No," I whispered, hands clutching onto the bars of the door.

I tugged at the door a few times and tried to reach around to the lock just to see if maybe there was a latch or maybe it wasn't locked or maybe - maybe...I let go and turned around, running a hand through my hair. With my back pressed against the metal bars of the jail cell, I glanced up and finally noticed I was being watched.

Cameron sat on the top bunk, his back against the wall where his head would normally go and his legs spread out over the bed. He raised an eyebrow at me. I had a dozen questions for him. What happened? Where were we? How long had it been? There was a bigger question on my mind but I pushed it aside and tried to ignore it.

"What's wrong with Ben?" my mouth finally spit out, trying to prioritize things.

Cameron looked at me oddly.

"He's not waking up, what did they do to him? How did we get here?" I asked.

He didn't answer me but slowly climbed off the top bunk. I noticed he went a little slower than usual and he kept one of his arms pressed against his side.

"He's fine," Cameron said, standing over Ben. He then proceeded to grab Ben's foot and drag him off the bed.

When Ben was only halfway on the bed, Cameron dropped the foot he was holding up and Ben's leg dropped loudly to the floor. Immediately, Ben snapped upright.

Ben's eyes darted around between us and the cell before his torso fell back onto the bed and he let out a loud huff. "There's a polite way to do that."