“No!” she cries, tryin’ to scramble off the couch where she’s been sitting for the last hour just staring into space with me watching her from the armchair across from it. After drying my soaked clothes from the shower in her dryer, I pulled a beer outta her fridge and had her drink it to calm her down a bit. Since then, I been sitting with her, keeping an eye on her and waiting on ‘em to get down here. “They’re here to help, Sarah,” I tell her, getting to my feet and stepping into her path so she can’t bolt outta the room. “I told you I don’t want to go to the hospital. My ribs are just bruised, not broken. Trust me on this. I know the difference. You promised you wouldn’t make me!” “That ain’t why they’re here. Swear it, darlin’.” That calms her down a bit, but not completely. Probably the sight of Dealer. Big guy with dead fucking eyes—eyes of a killer—walking on in to her living room. Hell, the guy freaks me out half the time. Can’t imagine what he’s doing to Sarah.
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