18. Chapter Eighteen
Fuck.
What am I doing?
“Come on, come on. Pick up,” I mutter, pacing back and forth whilst scrubbing my bloodied hand on my black jeans. I need to get them clean. The thick, gloopy feel of blood is making me jittery, and my stomach keeps churning.
Sweat trickles down the side of my face as I heave and empty most of my stomach’s contents onto the floor. The ringing from my phone continues in the background before the three beeps sound, and Johnny’s voice filters through the speaker, telling me to leave a message and call back later. I end the call, quickly pressing his number again, praying he will answer. My eyes flit over to the slumped body tied to a metal chair in the middle of the derelict shed. Despite taking my anger out on him already, my blood boils, rage and fury coursing through my veins.
“Why have you called me half a dozen times, Ryker? What’s going on?” Johnny’s angry shout draws my attention back to the phone and away from the bleeding, unconscious figure.
“Johnny, I need you to come home. Like, right the fuck now!” My voice is shaky but firm. My sane thoughts infiltrate my mind, making me question everything I”ve done in the past few hours. Johnny says something on the other end of the phone, but my mind doesn’t register it.
Have I done the right thing?
“Just come home and meet me in the shed! I have information for you and I think I’ve done something really fucking stupid…” Johnny groans in frustration before ending the call.
I place my phone on the wooden crate beside me and stalk over to my captive. My eyes scan his blood-stained face, and although my stomach rolls at the sight, I can’t help but smirk, enjoying the fact that I caused him pain and knocked him out. I kick his shin multiple times till he sucks in a sharp breath, and his head lolls from one side to the other.
“Time to wake up motherfucker, I’m not done with you yet.”