Blood Insurance

Blood Insurance

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!!NEW CHAPTERS WEEKLY!! On the run from the revenge of a nation wide human trafficking organisation, ex-police detective Dave fights for his life and the safety of his broken family, when unexpected help walks up to him in the form of a handsome stranger. "It was like a crime scene, capable of making even an experienced forensic scientist to feel sick. The bed was soaked through with blood all the way to the mattress, and the rugs at the sides of the bed and the wood-effect laminated floor around were covered with puddles and splatters in a wide radius. The scimitar was also on the floor somewhere at either side of the bed, but his still half-asleep brain couldn't recall in which direction he tossed it before falling asleep. In the past, he never in his life would have thought that he would ever end up in this kind of a situation. As an ex-police detective, he was used to assessing crime scenes, not waking up with them. He sniggered. It was ridiculous to think that this crazy roller-coaster that his current life was, started at the job centre on a cold winter morning over a year ago..."
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.

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