Tattoos and Scars | Rewritten Version

Chapter 4 || Introductions

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"But..." I cough. "I thought..." I cough again. "You were just going to let me die? Ain't that easier?"

Anna turns to me with an authoritative look in her eyes. "He's too scared of me to let you die." I think I heard someone cough from the driver seat. Or maybe it was just the tires screeching to a halt.

At this point, this expensive ass, ten dollar, white shirt is covered in blood. Good lord, why does this always happen to me? I've broken my ribs so many times that they're super easy to reinjure at this point. Like you touch me, and I'll crack.

Is that the light I see in front of me? I don't want to leave just yet! I just got out of the cage. I'm being metaphorical here. I wasn't kept in a literal cage. That would be horribly wrong.

"We're here," Adrian Black grumbles.

"That's..." I cough. Should I just shut up? No. "Not... a hospital."

"Someone lift her out," Adrian orders. "Wait, where are our men?"

"They went to the location that they were told to go to. Hate to break it to you, but we're here, alone. It'll take at least fifteen minutes for them to turn around and drive here," Anna informs him in a tone meant for dummies.

"Blake, lift..."

"No can do."

"Why not?"

"My bones are getting old."

"I'm literally the same age as you."

"I'm a week older," Blake argues back, and for some reason, he sounds like he's hurt. Not emotionally but physically. Or maybe I'm just hearing things in a distorted way. Anna goes to whisper something in Adrian's ear to which he instantly looks at Blake's leg.

"Oh. Can't we just make her wait until the men get here?"

"Does she look like she can wait any longer?" Anna seethes.

"Can't we just let her di..." Anna glares at him, sliding her thumb across her neck and then pointing at Adrian. "I guess I'll lift her up there myself."

"Good boy," Anna pats Adrian on the head as he stomps over to me, while I'm still stuck in the back of the minivan. For a man that doesn't express emotions, he looks quite awkward and flustered.

His hand reaches under my legs, hooking themselves in the crook of leg, near my knee. Then his other hand cradles the top of my back, and he lifts me out of the car.

I stare at him dreamily as he romantically carries me towards the large building that most certainly does not look like a hospital. He looks so chivalrous and handsome, while I'm the damsel in distress.

He's my knight in shining armor. Oh, all these years that I have gone without meeting him. And now I finally have met my soulmate.

"A- Adrian?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Get your hands off my ass!" I whisper harshly.

"I will drop you," He threatens.

"I'll start screaming."

"I'd like to see you try."

I try to scream, but I sharp pain goes through my body and I end up sounding like a broken tea kettle. "Fuck you."