Devious Revenge (2 page)

                                     Chapter 4

“Oh God!” Gripping Jimmy’s back, I pull him closer. His lips travel over my neck as shivers roll over my body.

Jimmy is the dealer outside of town that I’ve been meeting up with. He’s not the best person in the world, but he is a good lay.

“Hannah. Shit girl.” Growling against my neck, he pushes into me further. The feel of his cock sliding deep inside of me
almost
makes me feel.

“Please, Jimmy!” So close to cumming, I beg him. It isn’t really that I
want
him, I
need
him.

A few more deep thrusts and Jimmy cums. Gripping his back, I let myself go behind him.

His head drops to my shoulder before his lips caress my neck. The fuzzy feeling inside of me will slowly fade, it always does.

“I got your stuff. You want to try some out with me?” Sucking deeply, he pulls the skin of my throat into his mouth. As much as I’d love to enjoy this, I’m not.

“Of course.” Jimmy groans before he moves off me. I watch him as he walks across the room to grab the needle off the dresser.

I don’t like using this shit for the simple fact, that I’m not a drug addict. I see what it does to my mom and there isn’t a
bone
in my body that wants to end up like her, but Jimmy always shoots me up anyway.

Jimmy walks back over with a smile on his face before grabbing my arm.

The stick isn’t anything that bothers me considering what I do to myself.

“There you go. Here’s yours.” Jimmy pulls the needle free from my arm before tossing the baggy at me.

Grabbing it in my hand, I look at it. Admire it. This is the one thing that will eventually keep me sane.

“How’s your mom?” Jimmy sticks a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it and dropping down on the bed next to me.

“She’s
mom
. There isn’t really much to tell.” Pushing myself off the bed, the world spins around me.

“I’m sorry, Han. I wish I could help you out more.” Glancing over at Jimmy, I smile. As much as I wish the same, I don’t. I know it doesn’t make sense to some, but to me it does.

“I know. You help me more than you think.” Winking at him, I grab my clothes and pull them back on.

As the world tips on its side, I stuff the baggy into my pocket before turning back to Jimmy.

“Can I ask you something?” Watching him blow the smoke rings out of his mouth, he smiles.

“Of course.” Walking back toward him, I stop next to the bed.

“Why do you like me?” Jimmy’s smile falls before he sits up.

“Han, you’re not broken. As much as you think you are, you’re beautiful. Your heart is in a good place.” Jimmy stands before pulling me in for a quick kiss.

I turn to head outside as I let that sink in.

“You’re not beautiful.” Mumbling to myself, I walk away.

                                      Chapter 5

Stumbling back toward the bus stop, I hate the feeling these drugs give me. My mind whirls and I feel like I’m in a fog.

As I step up on the curb, I trip and slam into someone made of brick. At least that’s how he feels.

“
Shit
. I’m sorry.” Tipping my head up, I take in the handsome stranger that took the wrath of my unsteadiness.

“Don’t worry about it. Are you
ok
?” Looking up into those golden eyes, my mouth hangs open. The little flecks of amber that I see in them hold me hostage.

“I don’t know. I mean, I don’t know what I mean.” These drugs are making me insane and I hate it.

“Well, you shouldn’t be out here alone in this condition.” His hands are firm on my shoulders as he yanks me roughly toward the bench.

I contemplate yelling at him but words don’t seem to form. He roughly sets me on the bench before he turns to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Slurring half the words, I blink my eyes rapidly to try to get them to focus.

The man turns around as something sparkles on his chest. As he gets closer to me, he leans down. Dog tags. He’s wearing dog tags.

Reaching up, I flick the tags with my fingers as he stares me down.

“Oh, Mr. Martin.” Trying to read the name, I have no clue if I am reading it right.

“Whatever you took, sweetheart. I’d suggest not taking it again, and get your hands off of me.” Reaching up, he slowly removes my fingers from the tags. I don’t know what to say so I just flop back against the bench.

“Bastard.”
Mumbling under my breath, he’s back on me in seconds.

“Look little girl. I don’t deal well with drug addicts.” Growling into my face, I want to slap him but he’s massive.

“First, I’m not a little girl. Second, I don’t usually use this shit.” Look at me trying to convince a total stranger that I’m not addicted to drugs. I bet every addict says the same thing.

Giggling a little, I sit up before I can’t handle any more. The way everything spins, I lose it.

I bend over throwing up anything and everything I have in me.

“Goddamn it!” The man snaps before he yanks me off the bench. His hands are rough against my skin as he drags me up.

“What are you doing with me?” Slumping over onto his chest, I can feel him sigh.

“I’m making sure no one else touches you tonight. Shut up, and pass out.” Lifting me in his arms, my head flops over onto his shoulder.

That might not be all that hard.

                                         Chapter 6

Prying my eyes open, I faintly remember leaving Jimmy’s last night but the furniture I see around me isn’t familiar.

I push myself up, looking around at my surroundings.

Dark colors adorn everything in sight. It’s like a cozy trip to hell. Blacks and browns are on every surface I see.

“Oh God,
it is hell
.” Scrubbing my hand over my face, I hear a chuckle from the floor next to the sofa I’m lying on.

Taking the chance to peer over the side, I see a muscled up sweaty man doing pushups. My mouth instantly goes dry as I watch him. He is one nice piece of man.

“This isn’t hell. At least not in that sense.” He’s breathless as he continues with his workout.

I don’t stop watching him either. His muscles flex before my eyes and I want nothing more than to run my nails over them.

Shaking my head, I try to remember how I got here.

“Who exactly are
you
and where am
I?”
  Trying to push myself up, I feel nauseous. My stomach rolls before a trash can is shoved under my face. Heaving, nothing comes up but that doesn’t surprise me.

“You’re at my house. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t throw up on anything else in here.” Thrusting the can into my hands, I sit all the way up. The room sways as the asshole stands in front of me.

“Where in the hell are my clothes?” Glancing down, I can see that I’m not in anything I wore. As messed up as I apparently was, I know I don’t wear shirts that say marine on them.

“You threw up all over yours. I didn’t want it on my sofa.” Realizing that I still have my clothes on under this, I stand.

“You are a real piece of work aren’t you?” Looking around for a door, I carry the can with me.

“Yeah, seems I am. Sorry I didn’t leave your
crack ass
on the street last night.” Glancing back at the asshole, he’s wiping his face with a towel as his muscles glisten in front of me. Jesus, he is
huge.

“Why
did
you bring me here? Thought I was an easy piece of ass?” The towel slowly lowers from his face before he steps toward me.

“You passed out before I ever got you back here. If I wanted you, I could have taken you.” His words send a shiver over my body as memories flood my mind.

Thoughts of what Alan and Brian did to me still haunt my dreams. The memories still linger in my mind.

I can feel myself shake slightly but I quickly rein it in. I made a vow to never let another man see me break down, and this one is no different.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a bitch. Thanks for not leaving me out there.” Turning back, I pull the door open before I step outside. Setting the can on the ground, I take a deep breath of the cool morning air.

“I’ll drive you back to the bus stop.” The man rushes past me with a shirt in hand before I know what’s happening.

Guess he’s taking me back to the bus.

                                      Chapter 7

This has to be the most awkward truck ride I’ve ever been on.

This guy hasn’t said a word the whole ride, but the muscles in his jaw clench and unclench like he wants to.

“What’s your name?” Trying to break the silence, he doesn’t speak. He doesn’t answer or look over.

“Ok then.”  Looking out the window, I take in the area. This is on the nicer side of town than I’m used to. I’ve only been over here once before with Jimmy, but that was a long time ago.

Pulling up to the bus stop, I start to climb out of the truck when he finally speaks.

“Drew. My name’s Drew.” Turning back to look at him, I smile slightly.

“Hannah. Thanks for last night.” Jumping out of the truck, I walk over to the bench and sit down.

I can’t believe that I let Jimmy give me that stuff last night. I need to have a clear head to keep my plan on track.

One night with Jimmy and I could have lost everything I planned on.

“What did you take anyway?” Damn near jumping off the bench, I look over to see Drew sitting down next to me.

“What the hell are you doing?” Holding my hand against my chest, I stare at him. Great, I’ve gotten a stalker in the matter of one day.

“I’m asking you a question. What did you take?” Tipping my head back, I lean against the bench wondering why this man thinks I need to tell him any of my business.

“It was heroin.” Shaking his head, he looks pissed. Well, this is new territory for me.

“What was it laced with? Normal heroin doesn’t do all that.” Trying to think that through, I shake my head. Jimmy wouldn’t do that to me, would he?

“I don’t know.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I’ve had enough of this chat. Who does he really think he
is
to question me? And why in the hell do I feel so compelled to answer?

“You don’t know? You just shoot up whatever anyone tells you too, huh?” Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see his eyes burning into me.

“That’s a great way to get yourself
killed
.” Drew pushes off the bench as he storms back to his truck. His hands are clenched at his sides before he jumps in slamming the door.

I watch as he spins the tires before he’s long gone out of site. Jesus!

“What a real
dick
.” Mumbling to myself, I wait on the bus to come. I just want to go home, take a shower and get my day going.