Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,48

have realized I was a biker in my past life.

“Old lady? Really?” I asked, unable to hide the derision in my tone.

“What crawled up your ass today?” She snapped back at me.

I cradled my head in my hands and groaned at the noise level. “My fucking head is splitting wide open today, that’s what’s wrong. I just want to lie down and hope like hell the pain ebbs.”

“I can help you with that,” she offered. I knew her kind of help though, I saw it in my nightmares. There was no way in hell I was taking her up on that.

“No.”

“But it will help, you will be pain free so fast…”

“I’d be pain free quicker if you’d just shut up and leave so I could turn the blazing ass lights off and get rid of this headache naturally.”

“Fine!” she huffed at me. “I’ll be back later though, to check on you, and if you still have a headache, we’re taking care of it my way.”

“Great,” I muttered as she got up and left. The fucking bitch made sure to slam the door on her way out too. “Fuck!” I groaned the word out. I couldn’t take this shit much longer. I needed to be gone from here and soon. There was no way I could deal with going back to being a junkie. I still had horrid flashbacks about the detox I went through before and something told me a man like Durbin, whoever in the hell he was, would not be brought in a second time to save my ass from hell.

I had been moved to a large estate near a lake. Actually, I was beginning to think it was on an island in the middle of a lake or something because all I could see from the window were trees and water. The third floor, where I was housed, was the only one I was allowed to traverse. There were security doors requiring a code to get in and out on every access point to the lower levels. This level was literally built to be someone’s prison. I often wondered what would happen in case of a fire. I imagined they didn’t really care about me in that scenario. Being expendable left a bad taste in my mouth, but at least this was better than the nightmares I still had of when Sasha kept me tied to a fucking bed and drugged up. Yeah, it became obvious as my memories started becoming a little clearer that the nightmares were just as real as the dreams of my family. I didn’t want to reconcile the two as belonging to the same person, the same life, but that was my reality. At some point along the way, I had been taken from a life where I was happy and thrown into a miserable existence. Wondering what happened to that family left me feeling worse than I did during detox though.

I wasn’t stupid. The change in seasons again signified I’d been gone from them a long time. Would I go home to find they had mourned me and moved on already? The thought that they all considered me dead at this point was something that continuously filtered through my thoughts. There might not be anyone coming to save me from my prison.

After exhausting myself, and developing a worse headache, I fell into the bed and drifted into a fitful sleep that was only disturbed by a moment of pure bliss as warmth shot through my veins and life as I knew it, again, took a turn for the worse. Sasha was back, and she had the drugs with her that she knew could help control me. It was too late, after all.

“Wake up, lover,” a woman’s voice cooed in my ear. Her voice hadn’t been what woke me though, it was the chill on my body. I had gone to sleep with sweats on, but as I turned and stretched, it was evident that the sheets were scraping against my naked flesh. That startled me awake, and once I opened my eyes, I wished I hadn’t.

She was there, just as naked as I was and my hands were on her belly and one of her tits. Sasha had a blissful look on her face while I felt as though I might be sick. No! No! No! The one word was a mantra in my head. This could not be happening again. I jerked back and scrambled out of the bed so