Page 53 of Bedlam
“Nothing. I’m not worth saving anymore.” I whisper back, causing her grip on my chin to tighten.
“I think I know something that will satiate your thirst for a bit,” she says with a wink as she stands up, walking back over to her seat as the doc documents my episode like I’m some sideshow freak.
Wiping my eyes, the scent of blood hits my nostrils and a gurgling sound echoes through the room. Taking a deep breath, I look over at Lolli, the dip pen in her hand, holding it out for me. Walking over to her, I take it and look at the doc holding his neck as blood seeps between his fingers.
“Hold his hands down.” I order and she giggles doing exactly as she’s told. Straddling him, she takes the tie from his bleeding neck and wraps the fabric tightly around his wrists.
“Such a good girl.” I praise and she smiles wide.
“Proceed, Sir Jameson. Get me bloody.” She orders, causing me to grin as I pull the docs hair back, exposing his neck so nicely as Islowly drag the pen across his throat, reveling in the feel of his flesh and muscle slicing like butter. Blood pours from his throat, spraying Lolli’s platinum blonde hair, her body excitedly bouncing up and down in his lap. He gurgles loudly as my eyes collide with his.
“See doc. All I needed was some blood, and to glide a knife through some flesh. Now I’m happy. Good riddance, motherfucker.” I spit, slamming the pen into his eyeball.
“Such a savage, Sir Jameson. I’d love to kill with you more often.” She says and I nod.
“Time to go Little Clown. What a mess we made, but it’s beautiful don’t you think?” I ask as I put my hand out for her to take.
“It is. Sucks for the clean up crew. Oh, let's leave a note of sorts. Who do we know that is more violent than us that can take the wrap?” She asks and I laugh.
“Oh, Little Clown. There is no one more unhinged than The Carver himself and he died not too long ago.” I say and her eyes widen.
“You knew The Carver? Holy shit. He’s a legend.” She giggles and I nod.
“Yes, yes I did. Now write your note and let's roll. We’ve got things to do.” I say, searching the docs pocket for his cell phone. I check his desk and finally find the thing in the bottom drawer. Opening it, the idiot doesn't even have a passcode on it. I dial a number I never thought I’d have to call.
“Hello,” he whispers on the other end.
“Axel, it's Jameson. I need your help.” I say and he gasps.
“Jameson, what's up? I heard you were in the hospital and no one would let me come see you.” He says in a panic.
“Awee, you’re such a good friend Baby Cyprus, but listen, I’m locked up in Hillsboro. I need all the bells and whistles to get me the fuck out of here. If you need money, name your price and I’ll pay it. Just get me the fuck out of here. Can you do it?” I plead as I hear him rustling around.
“Give me forty-eight hours and we’ll be there.” He promises.
“Perfect, and you can kill everyone but one person. If you see a crazy girl dressed as a clown, leave her be, she’s the only person I like here.” I order and he grunts.
“Got it. See you soon, friend. Get ready. I’m coming for ya.” He says and the line goes dead.
Forty-eight hours and I’ll be home free. Where I’ll go from there is a mystery, but I guess I have some time to think of a plan.
thirty-seven
Visions & Pancakes
Jade
The sun had set long ago as the stars and moonlight shine through my windows. I feel around the bed for Spade, but the sheets are cold, telling me all that I need to know. At least he stayed with me until I fell asleep, a sobbing mess. He wrapped me in his arms and told me what happened with the dogs, even though I didn’t understand the story being told. I promised to wait for Jameson to return and then we could sit down together and they would tell me what had happened.
Before climbing out of bed, I reach over to my nightstand and grab my mothers diary. Opening it up, I skim over some entries about going shopping and hanging out with friends, not hearing from Flynn in two weeks, going back to school and then stop, the name Dalton catching my eye.
The house is quiet so I continue to read. I have to get up to use the bathroom, but I’ll wait until my bladder screams at me. I have to know more.
Taking a deep breath, all these names sound so familiar. I just wish I knew who they all were, except I know Flynn and John. My fathers. That shit still doesn’t sit right with me, and as much as I’d love to sit here all day and get through these entries, my stomach is about to flip.
Climbing out of bed, I run for the bathroom, spew my guts into the toilet and once finished, I empty my bladder. Standing in front of the mirror, I rinse my mouth out and brush my teeth before making my way downstairs to see if there is anything to eat.
Hopefully Kane still has his head. I forgot all about him.Oops.I opt to take the stairs instead of the elevator and am immediately hit with the smell of bacon. My stomach rumbles making me move faster. I can’t remember the last time I ate anything.