Down London Road (On Dublin Street #2)(113)

Fury that he could do this to me, to Cole, after so long, after thinking we were free, took over and the fear was burned to hell in a blaze of rage. 'Commodity's a pretty big word for you, Murray. Looks like someone finally taught you to read.' I rebelliously hoped my eyes conveyed my condescension clearly even in the shadows. 'But reading does not a smart man make. I don't have money. You'll need to whore yourself out to an old prison buddy.'

I barely even saw the blur of his fist coming towards my face.

My head flew back, the muscles in my neck screaming with the impact and the burning heat of his fist hitting my mouth spread into my lower cheek and jaw. Tears of pain fell from my eyes as I brought my head slowly back around to face him, my lip feeling a million times bigger than normal. The warm trickle of blood oozed from an already stinging cut in my lower lip where my teeth had snagged the skin.

There was nothing behind his eyes as his other fist flew low and hit me hard in the gut, bowing me over. All control fled me as I panicked, trying to draw in air. I hit the ground knees first and he kicked me in the side, sending unbelievable pain flaring through my ribs as I collapsed on the muddy footpath, loose stones and dirt biting into my skin.

My body couldn't decide whether it couldn't breathe or was going to be sick.



       
         
       
        

Hard fingers bit into my chin and I cried out, the air rushing into my lungs. Every muscle, every nerve, every piece of bone felt as if it was on fire. I clutched my ribs as Murray held my head up by my chin. 'You get me that money, lass. I'm renting the flat above the Halfway House on Fleshmarket Close for a few days. You've got two days to bring the money to me there. Got it?'

The hurt in my ribs was unbelievable. I could barely concentrate on what he was saying.

'I said got it?'

I nodded feebly, sighing with relief when he abruptly let go of my chin.

And then he was gone.

The thick scent of beer and nicotine had disappeared. I was lying on the cold ground, my lip throbbing, my ribs aching and my head screaming with fury. At him. At myself.

I should have taken Cam up on those self-defence lessons.

At the thought of Cam I began to cry, cradling my sore side as I pushed myself up on to quivering legs. I swayed against the hillside, feeling light-headed. My body began to shake uncontrollably.

I think I was going into shock.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. I didn't have time to go into shock. I had two days to get the money to Murray. A burst of pained energy propelled me forward.

Malcolm would give me the money. Malcolm would take one look at me in this state and give me the money, no problem. He was that good a guy.

I stumbled back down the path I'd run up, picking up my fallen purse, desperation and adrenaline making my progress hurried despite the pain I was in. I could phone Malcolm, get him to come and get me.

His name whirled in my brain as I came out of the gardens and did a U-turn at Leopold Place at the top of London Road. I kept to the trees where I could and then in shadow as much as possible in case I met anyone on my way. I didn't want the police involved. If I got the police involved they might start looking into my whole family life and  …  I just couldn't risk it.

If Malcolm paid, this would all go away.

Before I knew it I was standing outside the familiar building.

At the sight of it I began to cry harder, my breath hissing as my teeth caught my burst lip.

Malcolm wouldn't pay.

Malcolm wouldn't pay because I didn't want Malcolm to help me. I didn't want anybody but Cameron.

I let myself into our building and pulled myself up the stairs, determined to get to him and to throw my arms around him. I cried harder. I needed to feel safe and only Cam could give me that.

I lightly hammered on his door, and sucked in my breath as agony ripped through me. Lifting my arm was like ripping a stitch across my ribs. My body moved forward to lean on the frame and then the door was suddenly wrenched open. My heart was wrenched out of my body with it. 

Blinking, I tried to compute the image in front of me. I shook my head to clear it, but it didn't go away.

Blair gasped at the sight of me bloodied and crying. 'Jo? What happened?'

My eyes travelled down the length of her and back up again.

Her short hair was wet and curling around her jaw and she was wearing Cam's QOTSA T-shirt. She was so small it fell to just above her knees. Her bare knees. Her bare legs.

Blair was at Cam's with wet hair, wearing only his T-shirt at two thirty in the morning?

'Oh, my God.' She reached for me and I wobbled back. 'Cam's in the bathroom. I'll just get hi –  Jo!'

I was already running, stumbling, falling, tripping my way back down the stairs. In that moment I couldn't be anywhere near that building. I couldn't go home to Cole like this, and Cam  …