*Ben's POV*
I awake with a start. My head is ounding in my skull, and whole body fes like a dull fizz. In limbo between the staticky feel of being asleep, and when you try to move to stir it awake. Where am I? What's going on? I sit straight up and groan. What the hell happened to me? All I remember is Casey. Casey! How long have I been here? Casey is alone in the house restrained. She'll die.
"Casey!" Her name flies out of my mouth and several nurses, a doctor and an officer rush in. "C-Casey..." I'm too hoarse to get it out. They silence my monitors and hand me a hug of water with a built in straw. I eagerly drink, but get choked in my haste. They all eye me intensely, waiting for me to calm.
"Wh-what is going on? Why am I here?"
"You were shot. You drove a black jeep here. You have no ID, but the jeep is registered to a Benedict Havens. Is that you by chance?" Chance. Chance shot me.
"Yes. Chance. Chance shot me. My wallet..." He looked over my dying body and took my wallet. I was dying. The blood. All that blood. How am I here?
"Go on please, if you are able." The doctor and officer both urge me on.
"He stole my wallet. I-I was dying. How did I live?"
"It appears he was rushing, and missed your heart by mere inches. You lost lung though. We had to do an emergency surgery. You might notice extreme soreness from your injuries and operations, as well as having laid for a couple days. Turn and position can only do so much to prevent sores, but it cannot prevent soreness in the muscles. You are lucky to be here though."
"Can you tell us what Chance looked like? We found a man injured in your basement, as well as evidence of a female. He hasn't been conscious to get his name yet." What happened to his wallet and mine?
"Tall, broad shouldered, but slightly slim build I guess. Lighter skin. Not pale pale, but not as dark as mine. Green eyes. Or blue. Blonde hair. Shorter on the sides, a little messier on top." How the hell do you describe that rat bastard?
"I think we just identified our injured man."
"Will he live?"
"We cannot share that info."
"Who was the female who was there?"
"Acacia Martin. We call her Cia or Casey."
"Why was she there?"
"Chance brought her there. Us there." I quickly add, thinking that I will pin it all of on him.
"He held you there, in your house?" I nod.
"He and my uncle held me there. I don't know where my uncle is now."
"How long were you there?"
"There was no way to tell time. A week? Two weeks?" I exclaim.
"But why would they hold you there, in your own house?"
"I owed them money. I...gambled a lot. I was deep in debt to them. They wanted to torture me for my debt. They took her because she is my ex. I am still in love with her, they knew it would hurt me." I feel like shit, but the lies fly off my tongue with ease. I have planned and rehearsed for a while what I'd say or do if I were ever caught. The officer nods, deep in thought.
"Did you stab or cut Chance?"
"No. He attacked me as soon as I stepped out."
"Stepped out? Of your house you were being held captive in?" I nod.
"I was trying to escape. He shot me close range. I had no time to even react. He went back in and I was able to get to my jeep with my soare key in it. I took his key that he dropped too."
"Smart move kid."
"Where's Casey? Is she ok? She was restrained in the house with him."
"She got away too. She found our men down the road and they stopped for her. Detective Hutch was en route to the hospital with her when she fought him getting out of the cruiser and ran. We believe she wasn't of sound mind."
"Detective Hutch! Charles?" My head spins from overexertion and my remaining lung is ablaze as my breathing hitches.
"You know Charles?" The officer asks.
"Pull the camera from the parking lot! Please!" I start panicking. Charles has Casey. He has her. What if it's too late?
"On what grounds? I don't understand what you're getting at?"
"Chance and Titus were working a deal with Charles to sell her to him. I don't know why." The officer looks at me skeptically.
"Are you positive? Describe Charles to me."
"I can't! I've never seen him. I've only heard phone conversations." I wail. I don't even care how pathetic I sound. They have to believe me. The man pulls up his phone.
"Martin! Are you at the station? I need you to get John Doe's cellphone out of evidence and crack it. I need call history and texts. Do not involve or relay information to Detective Hutch. He is a suspect as of now. Tell nobody yet. I need you to get in that phone and report here asap and I'll explain everything. I'll be in the security room pulling camera footage of the time frame Hutch gave us on the run away girl." He thanks the man and ends the call.
My eyes wander to the white bouquet on the over bed table. My family couldn't have been notified, when I wasn't even correctly identified yet. I reach for the flowers as soon as the officer heads for the door and I grunt at the pain in my chest as I move. I get light headed again, and I rest. Soon. I am able to scoot the table over to me. I sigh in victory and grab the card. I'm not interested in flowers, I need to know who these are from. I flip it open.
Wishing you a speedy recovery, Ben.
Well wishes, 'Daddy H'.
My skin crawls as reality of who sent this sinks in. Holden's dad. I remember Casey referring to him as Daddy H. Holden Sr. was here or had these delivered. No doubt this is a warning. I try to steady my breathing and calm so the nurses don't fly in. I stare at the card for who knows how long until I hear alarms go off. I see nurses fly to the end of the hall, flanked by the officer. What is going on now?
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*Ooooh! We are in it deep now. Anybody shocked that Ben lived? Is Chance alive? Any theories on how this is all going to end? 🙃💚
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Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'
Horreur*cover image is not mine* "Give yourself to me Casey. You wanted me before. You want me now. I could see it that day. The way you looked at me, your quickness to forgive my mistakes. We would've ended up together either way. Titus just made things...
