Chapter 5
A fter leaving the medical unit, I was escorted back to my room by two large security wanna-be’s. They locked me in, saying it’s for my protection. We all know it’s for them. I took a cold shower, because any hot water on my already heated skin would be just too much.
The next morning, I’m lying on my stomach since the cuts on my back are still fresh. I’m reading a book I found in the main common area, when the door to my room opens just slightly, and Jackson slides in. He peeks around, making sure no one saw him, then closes the door quietly.
“What the fuck happened yesterday? I saw that asshole take you, but you never came back before lights out.” Dropping down on the edge of my bed, he turns to face me.
After I release a deep sigh, I close the book and sit up, wincing just slightly at the sting on my backside. Jackson’s eyes bug out from the cut above my eye and then immediately move to the affected area that caused my reaction.
“What the–” he starts, standing up angrily, ready to defend me, but I wave my hand in front of me, trying to shrug it off.
I appreciate his venom, but I’m so tired since I didn’t get much sleep last night, and I’m not ready to go into it right now.
And it’s definitely not as bad as it was yesterday.
“Doesn’t matter right now. I will explain later.”
“But you’re hurt,” he says, sitting back down a little closer to me than he was. He lifts his hand and his finger tips gently caresses the cut on my eyebrow. I’m sure it also has a bruise now, from how sensitive the area is. However, I don’t flinch at the touch, even the slightest.
“I’m okay,” I say as I gently move his hand from my face. I don’t want or need his pity right now. “I promise. You know my temperament for pain. I’m good. I swear.”
Jackson shakes his head, his loose, bouncy curls brushing over his forehead.
He is extremely hot. With his chisled features, insane amount of tattoos, caramel colored bedroom eyes, and his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, he’s the whole red-flag bad boy package.
Plus he’s extremely protective over who he cares about and that right now is me.
But he swings for the other team. That’s okay, because he has been a really good friend, and I don’t have many of those.
“Fine…but tell me that asshole has been added to the list.”
The devious smile that creeps up my lips, makes him smile finally as well. Just thinking about everything that I want to do to Andy brings satisfaction and solace to my crazy side.
“Oh, for fucking sure. Along with Dr. Graveheart,” I say. Still not ready to go into details, I can give him at least this.
He raises his eyebrows to the point they disappear under his curls. His animated reaction makes me giggle.
“Seriously? What the fuck, Toots? I guess we’re going on a killing spree when we’re out then, huh?” We both burst out laughing.
The door to my room swings open wide, making both of our heads turn quickly at the intruder. Our laughter is cut off immediately when we see who has entered. My top lip curls into a snarl and Jackson stands.
Christina’s eyes bounce between the two of us as a smile of vindication lifts her lips.
Like she’s won a prize by catching him in my room.
Technically we aren’t supposed to be in each other’s rooms with the door closed but I don’t give a shit.
We didn’t want anyone eavesdropping on our conversation.
She crosses her arms over her ample, enhanced chest, as she sticks her leg out and taps her sneaker on the tile floor. Most patients on this ward are afraid of her…not me. And she will get what’s coming to her. Karma is a bitch, but I’m impatient, so I will bring my own justice.
Leaning back on my elbows, I look her up and down as if she’s the shit that got stuck to the bottom of my shoe. “What the fuck do you want now, Bitchtina ?”
“Now, Now, Katarina. Watch your language,” she says, her nasally voice sounding like she has a stuffed nose from a sinus infection that just won’t go away.
Jackson looks over his shoulder at me just as my eyes lift to him, and we both crack up laughing. He doubles over, holding his stomach, in true drama king fashion and slaps his other hand onto his knee. I roll over onto my side, still laughing with tears brimming my eyes and glance over at her.
She doesn’t like being made fun of and hates feeling she has no control even more. She may be the charge nurse on this ward, but we don’t listen to anyone. I barely listen to the damn doctor, let alone a bitch with a control kink.
Her arms drop to her sides, and her smile drops. The sound of our raucous laughter brings attention from the hallway. Another nurse steps into the doorway as two other patients stand across the hallway, looking in at us rolling around laughing.
“Fuck off with that nonsense, you stupid cunt. I don’t answer to you,” I say, as I finally sit back up on my bed, criss-crossing my legs completely. Jackson plops down on my bed, making it bounce, as he leans back on his elbows and spreads his legs wide. “What do you want anyway?”
“There’s no need for all that vulgarity, Katarina,” she replies, balling her fat little fists up on her sides. I roll my hand in front of me, as if to say go on. “Jackson…you shouldn’t be in here with the door closed. You know the rules.”
The little nurse standing in the doorway looks over at me with a glare, and it’s my turn now to play the innocent card. The way Christina does when she’s trying to get me in trouble. I’ve learned how to play her game.
“What on earth do you mean? The door is wide open,” I say in a sickly sweet voice. I glance back at Jackson, who doesn’t take his eyes off her, but the sides of his lips twitch in an almost demonic smirk.
“Exactly. I know the rules. I’ve been here long enough,” Jackson chimes in with his deep baritone voice.
The little nurse behind Christina furrows her brow, looking more confused than ever, but I can almost see steam coming off the bitch in waves now. I haven’t been here long enough for her to understand who the fuck I am. But I’m a quick learner.
“So…what do you want?” I ask again.
“The door was not open. It was–” she starts, but Jackson interrupts her.
“I know what this is,” he says, grabbing his flaccid cock through his pants, giving it a little shake. I cover my mouth trying to stifle a laugh, but I just can’t hold back. “She’s jealous because she wants my cock and I won’t give it to her.”
Christina audibly gasps and so does everyone that is in earshot of Jackson’s voice.
“What are you…I don’t know wh…I would never…” she stumbles over her words, turning this time to address the nurse behind her, who just shakes her head as she crosses her arms over her chest walking away.
Christina finally sees several patients milling around the doorway in the hall as they listen in to everything being said. “Go to your rooms! This has nothing to do with you!” she screeches, throwing her hands in the air to shoo them away.
They all scatter quickly, making us break out into a fit of laughter again. She steps out of the room, looking both ways to make sure no one is listening this time. When she steps back in, she walks closer to us.
The look crossing her face is her true nature.
One that promises vengeance and torture.
She is the embodiment of pure evil with the position in this asylum to dole it in ample amounts whenever and to whomever she deems worthy.
Regardless of whether they are guilty or not.
If she feels like you’ve wronged her in any way or she just doesn’t like you for any reason, that’s all it takes for her to rain hellfire down on you.
Here at Wellard Asylum, you have nowhere to run or to hide.
You just have to deal with it.
“Look here, you little trailer trash discarded useless whore,” she says, focusing on me.
My vicious smile remains, but I notice Jackson’s drop immediately.
“Remember who the fuck you’re dealing with.
I will make your life here a living hell.
I will put you in solitary and give Andrew access to you at all times.
And this time…” she says, her evil smile making its presence known, showing all her ugliness.
“...he will rip through that tight little asshole of yours with no lube except for the blood you spill after he cuts you open.”
Jackson is eerily still when she focuses on him now.
“And if I wanted you, pretty boy…I would have you. Maybe…” she says, leaning over his prone form still leaning back on his elbows.
She rakes her tiny fingernail down his chest. His eyes don’t move from hers, while hers follows the downward trajectory over his abs heading to where his dick is.
“I will tie you up and fuck that loose hole of yours with a bottle. I know you let others fuck you there…You won’t mind if I do, right? ”
The glare in Jackson’s eyes has me shivering.
He’s a nice guy…to me. But to others, he’s a psychopath who will gut you from groin to sternum and decorate your corpse with your entrails just because you looked at him wrong.
He will use your small intestine to tie a little bow for whoever finds your rotting corpse.
“I want to see you fucking try it, cunt. You haven’t seen what I’m capable of…yet!” he growls out the final word.
Christina stands back up, trying to look unaffected, but the weariness in her eyes tells me a different story. For some odd reason, I don’t scare her. But my dear friend Jackson here…he terrifies her. As he should.
She clasps her hands behind her back as she takes a small step back. Jackson shifts, sitting up slowly. Both of us watch as she retreats, walking backward, trying to appear as if she is calm, cool, and collected.
Together, we make her nervous.
She should be terrified.
Wait until tonight.
Turning just as she gets to the doorway and heads in the direction of the nurses’ station, you can hear her loud, nasally voice echoing down the empty hallway. “Lunch is served.”
Jackson leans forward, with his forearms on his knees. Looking back at me over his shoulder, I stare back at him. The silence in my room is deafening.
“I want in on whatever you have planned for that bitch. She can’t threaten me and get away with it.”
Nodding, I drop my feet to the floor. “Yeah. Okay,” I say, standing to put on my slides, turning to stare down at him.
My mind is going a thousand miles an hour with a new plan.
Jackson is still staring up at me. His anger is rolling off him in waves.
“We're doing this after dinner. Until then, we need to stay out of trouble. Ending up in solitary will only delay our exit.”
He is silent and dead still for a moment. I see the tremble in his clasped hands from how infuriated that bitch made him.
“How?” I take a step closer and place my hand on his shoulder, trying to let him know I understand his anger and frustration. I can see him physically calm under my touch. That alone is such a powerful feeling. He gives me a small smile, letting me know he’s okay.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do…”