Unholy

Chapter 21

Tristan

I groan as I move my arms a little, only to find that I’m tied down. Prying my eyes open, I look to see what the hell is going on when I see where I am.

“Not the fucking hospital again,” I grumble. One of the places I hate the most is the damn hospital.

“You’re awake. We can take these off then,” I hear the Doc say next to me. I turn my head to look at him and smirk.

“Did you think I did this to myself, too?” I ask him with a grin.

“No. You were combative when they brought you in.”

“With good reason,” I tell him, thinking about Ash.

“Which is?”

“I was shot, Doc. Twice, I might add. I’m like a goddamn cat with nine lives, and I’ve already used half of them,” I admit to him. He chuckles, knowing I’m not wrong about that.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. Dude came out of nowhere, demanded my wallet, and I told him to fuck himself. He shot.”

“That’s terrible, Tristan. I can’t believe it.” He shouldn’t believe it. I’m a liar. He should already know that. I also won’t give him or the cops the truth because that kill is mine. Not theirs.

I know that Ben and her dad have her. I just need to find out where and end the miserable bastards.

“You sure it wasn’t something more?” he asks. He must be watching me intently, even though I’m lost in my head.

“What do you think happened?” I challenge him. He doesn’t know, and he will never know because I won’t be the one telling him.

“I don’t know. I was only asking. The police wanted to speak with you.” I shrug.

“Fine. Send them in.” He stands and leaves, sending them in, and I tell them the same story I told the Doc. They aren’t getting shit out of me. This is something I’m going to handle on my own.

When they finally leave, I lay my head back to rest when the door opens once more. I wish it were her. I wish it were Ash, but I know that it isn’t.

When I see who it is, I’m actually a little shocked.

“Mom?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired and sore. What are you doing here?”

“He’s hurting her, Tristan. I … I can’t do that. I can’t watch that.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want him out. I want him in jail. I thought about calling the police,” she whispers, breaking down in tears. I reach for her hand and pull her closer to me.

“No cops, mom. I’m going to take care of this,” I tell her.

“How?”

“How do you think? Where are they?”

“At the house. They have her in the basement, tied up, Tristan. They are forcing her to repent for her sins. They’re making her do things…it’s too much. I can’t see that happening to her,” she cries harder.

“I’m going to handle it, Mom. I just need a few days to get out of here.”

“I can … I can try to distract him.”

“Yeah. Do that. Let me get out of here, and I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

“Okay. I’ll do what I can,” she says as I nod my head. She sits down and stays a bit with me while I send off a text to Andy and Rod that I’m going to need help soon. They both agree and say they’re coming to see me soon anyway, and we can discuss it then.

I send my mom home after she nearly falls asleep in the chair, but not before reminding her not to call the cops. She agrees even though she doesn’t want me in trouble. It doesn’t matter now. I know she’s back at the house. I plan on fucking their world up when I get out of here.

I close my eyes and picture her face. Fucking Ash. What did I do to deserve that girl? Nothing. I didn’t do a damn thing to make her want me, but she does. She wants me, of all fucking people. The one who’s the most fucked up.

“You asleep?” I open my eyes when the Doc comes back in.

“I didn’t know you made house calls,” I fuck with him a little.

“When I need to. Anything you feel like talking about?” Dr. Hassan has always tried to help me in any way he could. He’s unconventional and basically a bastard, but he does try.

“She said she loved me.”

“Did you say it back?”

“No.”

“Why not? Do you not love her?”

“I don’t know what the fuck that means. I mean, I love my mom, right?”

“You say you do, but I tend to agree with you that you don’t know what it means.”

“So tell me.”

“It’s different for everyone. Some say it’s like losing your mind when they aren’t near you. Some say it’s the strongest thing they’ve ever felt when they are with you. It’s very different for each person,” he tells me.

“I hate it when she isn’t with me.”

“That doesn’t mean love. That just means you want what you want.”

“Did you come back to fuck with my head a little more?” I snap at him. He shakes his head.

“No. I wanted to see if you really needed to talk.”

“I want her, Doc. With me every second of every day. I don’t like it when she isn’t there. It feels like a part of me is empty,” I admit to him.

“Then I’d say you love her, Tristan. In your own way, of course.”

“But?”

“But you’re complicated. Your mind is different than most people’s.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“In some cases, yes. In others, no.”

“And with her? You think it’s bad, right?”

“I don’t know what to think. I’ve never seen the two of you interact before. Maybe one day, when you’re feeling better, you can bring her to a session,” he suggests. I snort a laugh. Fat fucking chance of that happening. Ash doesn’t need to know just how fucked up I truly am by meeting with him.

“Doubt that,” I tell him.

“I figured that much. But it’s always an option if you change your mind. Get some rest. I heard you were here for two days,” he tells me. I nod my head and watch him stand and leave. I don’t want him here any longer than he needs to be because I need to make plans with Andy and Rod to get this shit on the road.

As soon as he’s out of the room, I call the guys again and start talking. I tell them that I want her out of that house, and I want the two of them tied up at the warehouse until I get out of here.

They agree to handle it, and I close my eyes, trying to get some sleep, but it doesn’t happen. I’m too lost. Too fucked in the head to sleep, so I don’t. I stay awake and let the insomnia fuck me over a little more.