Chapter 16

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Brennon is caressing my palm with antiseptic. I'm still laughing and blurting nonsense. I'm laughing and crying. "You know what--".I stifle a giggle. "If you hadn't come in, I would have been swimming in a pool of my own blood. All spread across the rug. Ha-ha-ha". I laugh again, the tears falling harder. Brennon is placing a band aid now. "Then mom would ask you to wash away all the blood on the rug. The blood would go wee-wee-wee all the way down the drain. And on your shirt too. Ha-ha!". My shoulders are shaking from the choked sobs and laughter. I was crazy. "And guess what? You'd-".Brennon stops me this time. His index finger on my lips. His eyes are so cold that I can see frozen tears. His eyes are swollen and puffy but mine are worse. My face is a mess, it's a mixture of snot ,tears and bittersweet sadness. "Why are you shushing me?", my voice is high pitched and squeaky. "I'm just talking about the aftermath possibilities of-".Brennon interrupted. "Possibilities of what?", his voice hitting below a bass. "Dying?. Yeah, not gonna let that happen". Brennon lifted me up in his arms. I was too sad and tired to fight. I was having a high fever. Brennon have me a liter of water and told me to drink up. I had no choice. Immediately the salty sweetness of distilled water hit my tongue, I gulped more. And more and more and more. I didn't even notice how thirsty I was till that moment. When I looked up from the bottle and almost choked. Hailey. She's still here. Brennon told me to lie down. I obeyed like a gold digging p********e. "I won't leave till I'm sure you're asleep" I lay there and he sat. I closed my eyes and tried sleeping but Jaxtyn's void-of-life face always came up in my mind and made me twitch. He looked like a nice guy. The police could come any soon. I have a stalker... Basil Delano. He's obsessed. My legs shivered at the thought of him coming here. Over to my house. To take me. To use me. To have me. If I wasn't careful, he's going to come crashing in the door and abduct me .He'll put me in a black van and drive me away from my family. He might r**e me. He could d**g me and make me dance n***d. He could place cherries in my mouth and make me eat them while I cry. He'll intoxicate me. His father did it. Why won't he?. Basil. Basil. Basil. Like the herb. It's like mint. He's gonna spice my life, for sure. In a negative way.
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