My Guardian

Chapter 43

"What do you know about Martin?" Joel asks again, being direct this time.

"He's slimy... prick. Slut..." Why does he matter? I can't connect dots as I lay here, staring blankly ahead. My eyes are blurring as I lay here, not even twitching. Am I blind?

"What else?" Someone asks, patting my face harshly, waking me up.

"Bad boss." I offer feeling delirious, I laugh, crying. "He wanted girls- any of them, big, small. Blonde. Brunette. Dyed. Natural." A breath blows over my face, exasperated.

"Focus. His work, what did he do to make the most money?" The voice corrects, pointing me down a path of conversation. Who are we talking about?

"M? Investments- bad ones, risky ones were his favorite. He'd bankrupt them- take their ideas. Make it better." Am I slurring? I must be high.

"What?" Someone asks, growling, before I'm kicked sideways, hitting my back pain shatters the delirious making me cry out.

"Focus! Shit, What did Martin do? Exactly." Why do they care?

"Money laundering... I don't know who- how. I just I think." I shake my head gasping, rolling to the side, my stomach heaves, churning, vomiting from pain or blood loss. Why do they refuse to kill me?

"Wasn't that easy?" One of them chuckles softly, smacking my head as if to rid me of the urge to dry heave.

"Leave me... alone. Please, just kill me." Why make me suffer more? Why does any of this matter to her?

"Contradicting yourself honey. That's not how this works- you're not in control." Joel chuckles as Daryl stares down at me with malice.

"Who did he work for?" Why are we talking?

"I don't know- or care. Kill me already." Why can't they get it over with? Each breath I take feels like I'm inhaling shards of glass.

"The quicker you talk, the quicker this is over." Joel releases a sigh and I can't take it anymore, kicking out at him I scream, the pain and exhaustion blinds any reason I have left. Why?! Just end it!

"Do it! Kill me! I don't care- you don't scare me!" They laugh and it crushes me with rage, the pain making me sob. I want to die.

"Aww such a shame. I was hoping we'd have her shaking in her boots." Joel taunts with a laugh.

"It looks like she can fight." Daryl laughs, his hand snaps around my leg, pinning it to the earth. I feel wild, trapped under a heavy rock. I hate his laugh, how chilling it is.

"Piss off! Kill me! Be done with it you sick pricks!" I growl, writhing around, pain throbs over my body, making me gasp, my vision goes red. I can't see straight. What little I can see disappears a metal blade presses into my throat, the cold shocks my system. Please, just do it.

"No, let's make this fun. A blade is so unoriginal." One of them laughs, my ears ringing as I suck in air. Why does it hurt to breathe? It feels like rocks are slowly being dropped on my ribcage, one at a time painfully.

"How do you suppose we kill her? The toy in there was killed by the crash." Toy? Snake? No longer can I tell if my eyes are open or closed. I think they are open, everything is red. Blinking, I feel the burning in my eyes. Am I crying? Or is it blood?

"He's not... a toy." I gasp, blindly reaching for the cold metal, my hand slides, slicing my palm as I catch the blade. Why am I fighting death?