Chapter 43
Ilay unable to fucking move, as she walks out of my life, or at least thinks she does.
The panic rises, and my head spins. How long will it take for this shit to wear off?
I have to find her, before she finds someone to remove the tracker.
Once that’s gone, I may never find her, and I can’t allow that to happen.
She is so fucking in her head about her past, she doesn’t get it.
I will not let her go, I can’t. She’s the blood in my veins.
The oxygen in my lungs. Every fucking question, Bianca is the answer.
I’m a selfish man. I choose survival, and I cannot survive without her.
One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. Ninety-seven.
I try to move my hand, but still can’t. She once told me this drug was worse than being completely out. Right now I’d have to agree. Knowing she’s running from me, and I can’t get to her is torture. She could be a state away before the drugs wear off.
‘BIANCA!’
I try to scream, but nothing comes out.