Inevitable(2)

“Let go of me,” I repeated over and over again my screams were nothing but a muffle of noise against the duct tape. Another kick to the face would hopefully get him to slow down. His hands wrapped around my legs, and his fist came down hard against my cheek. For a moment, my vision blurred as pain radiated through my face. My mind went blank as light reflected in and out. I couldn’t get a grip on what was happening.

“If that doesn’t keep you down, then this fucking will.” His words caused my head to ache as I tried to get my wits together.

Before I could respond, I felt the prick of something in my arm, and the darkness of whatever it was he had injected me with consumed me.





The Past

Zerro



“Jared. Jared…” I screamed into the phone. I was on the verge of death. I could feel the blood seeping from every pore of my body.

“Calm down, Zerro, just breathe,” Jared kept repeating to me. He wanted me to calm down and just breathe. Did he not realize I was shot three fucking times? I was bleeding to death. He was lucky I was still coherent.

“They have Bree. I fucked up. I fucked up.” My voice was growing weak with every word I spoke. I should’ve been saving my energy. I should’ve been thinking about anything but her, but I couldn’t get the fearful look she had in her eyes out of my mind. The look I had placed there.

“What the hell happened? What do you mean they?” Jared asked his voice harsh and panicked. Could I even tell him what had happened. I was beyond ashamed. The way I had treated her. Not to mention Mack, and the fact I had trusted him.

“Fuck…” I hissed into the phone, trying to roll into a sitting position.

“What happened, Zerro. I just left less than twenty-four hours ago…?” Jared sounded astonished, and I didn’t even care. I didn’t care about explaining anything to him. All that mattered was I survived so I could kill Mack and get Bree back.

“Zerro!” Jared yelled.

“Yeah,” I said weakly, I wasn’t going to make it. He wasn’t going to get here fast enough, and I was going to die. I was going to meet my fate at the hands of one of my most trusted men.

“Stay with me, dude, stay with me.” I could hear Jared’s pleading voice but couldn’t force any words from my mouth. It was as if everything in my life had slowed down. Memories of my mother, father, and Bree filtered in and out. A ray of colors showed behind my eyes as if they were the moon, sky, and stars on a dark night.

“Mack…. It was Mack…” I was just able to get out before the world started to grow darker.

“Alzerro, you’re not allowed to fucking die on me, do you hear me?” It sounded as if Jared was screaming through a long tube. By the time his voice reached my ears, it was muffled and had lost its effect. Instead of it sounding like he was yelling, all I heard was barely a whisper.

“Alzerro, you listen to me. You have to stay alive. You have to kill Mack. You have to get revenge….” My eyes stung as I tried to open them, and my body felt hard—as if bricks were being piled on me piece by piece, brick by brick. I knew I needed to keep my eyes open. I knew I needed to keep thinking. I needed to hold on to hope, but I couldn’t when the darkness called to me.

“Zerrooooo…” Those were the last words I would ever hear, and the last image to hit me in the face was one of Bree, and the look on her face knowing I had let her down. I cut her deep with my actions not even realizing the knife was in my hand. I stabbed her in the back because I thought she had betrayed me. In reality, it was I who had caused her the ultimate betrayal.

Then the darkness came and there was no point trying to fight it. It was inevitable.





Zerro



My body ached badly as I threw my legs over the side of the bed. The cotton sheets felt soft against my skin—soft just like Bree’s skin. I had to shake my head to get the memories to leave my mind.

“You’re too weak to be getting up and moving around,” Jared said interrupting my thoughts. I looked up from the hardwood floor and up to his face. His eyes were dull, reflecting no light. His face was sunken in, and it looked as if he hadn’t shaved in months. I didn’t have room to talk, though. I don’t look much better I’m sure. It had been three weeks since I had last seen Bree, since I had last touched her. Since I had allowed Mack, the fucking snake, into my cabin. Just thinking about it caused my blood to boil.

“Funny, last I remember you didn’t have a medical degree,” I retorted in a smart-ass tone, adjusting myself. My leg was fucked up from the gunshot. I had lost a shit ton of blood, and though the shots I had taken to the chest hurt, nothing hurt as bad as trying to move my leg when it had stitches and pins in it.