Damned: Chapter 29) Dead Dreamers
Did he just say my name?
I stared at the man in front of me knowing to myself that I am pretty damn sure if I’d seen his pretty face before I sure as hell would remember it.
“I’m sorry,” he began, “I didn’t mean to startle you like that, my friends had informed me of a girl with a similar situation. I just thought that-”
“Yes,” I answered, “I’m Katherine. I didn’t know who to expect.”
“My name is Finneas Harrison, but please, call me Finny.” He smiled, extending his hand towards me.
“So it’s you James had called?” I returned his handshake politely.
“Oh.” He gave a short shy laugh, “Not me, but I am aware of the situation.”
The sound of a man coughing at the door brought us to his attention. Moe stood there calmly wearing a weary look upon his face, “My sister always likes to lurk in places she shouldn’t be. Did you pee yet?” he asked me, with no shame whatsoever.
“I don’t recall Miss Donovan coming here with her brother,” Finny interjected almost protectively.
“Best not get into family business, boy,” Moe responded as he came up to me, taking my hand.
Before things got any further, I spoke up, “Moe is with me, James had to return.”
“I know Moville, Miss Donovan.” Finny stated calmly yet stared daggered at Moe, “Although, I had no idea James kept such company.”
Moe snickered mockingly, “Oh we go way back, puppy boy.”
“Excuse me?”
“Enough.” I warned between them, “Conduct yourselves, I’m not here to argue nor be in the middle of a ridiculous one.”
Finny looked at me almost terribly regretful, “My apologies Katherine, please you both make yourselves comfortable. I’ll meet with you both shortly.”
Turning to Moe, I gave a very disapproving look, “Was that really necessary? Puppy boy?”
“Oh admit it, he’s an adorable man.” Moe laughed.
As much as I wanted to disagree, he was right. Finny really was.
“Anyway,” I forced myself to change the topic, “What are we supposed to do now?”
“Well, he did say to make ourselves comfortable, baby sister,” Moe responded in a matter-of-fact manner.
“I meant, how long are we supposed to wait? Who was the person James called? And how did Finny know you?”
“All these questions tell me you’re not very comfortable.”
“Moe, this isn’t a vacation we’re on. And I’m not really your sister.”
“Thank God,” he sighed, “You’re annoying AF.”
“Did you just say ‘AF’?” I laughed.
“Relax, Piranha. These guys are serious about their business. I should know because I had an encounter with them.”
“Encounter?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Unfortunate encounter,” he rolled his eyes, “I don’t know why you like to be so negative.”
“L.O.L” I said dryly as we walked out the room, “You sound like my ex.”
“I have to pee out your nonsense.” Moe breathed as he walked towards the washroom.
That man was just insane, I thought to myself as I sat at the bar around while drinking a mocktail.”
I hadn’t realized how exhausted I had been. So much had happened and all I wanted right now was to dive into my lovable bed, not at my apartment but back home. I can’t even remember the last time I’d been to my room. I honestly forgot how it even looked. For some odd reason, I felt like I was being watched. Perhaps I was too paranoid. Then again, anything was possible in a time like this.
“You alright miss?” the bartender asked bringing me back to reality.
“Yes, yes,” I smiled back politely.
I felt tired and honestly really exhausted. Maybe I should have gone to the room and try to get some rest for a while. Scanning the room for Moe, I neared him chatting with a tall blonde.
“Piranha,” he smiled, “Are you okay? Have you been drinking?”
“No,” I answered honestly, “I’m just tired, can I get the room key?”
“Sure,” he instantaneously replied and grabbed the room key, “Katherine,” he called me again, “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, “All good.”
As I made my way across the room towards the exit I felt lightheaded yet somewhat heavy. Maybe I should have stayed here with Moe, it was safer. Somehow I felt like my thoughts fuzzed around my mind and I got this mild headache. I need to get back to Moe.
“Katherine,” some cooed my name as they steadied me with them and caressed my hair gently, “Let’s go.”
“Go?” I asked sleepily.
“Home, let’s go home, Katherine.”
At this point, I wasn’t sure if the voice was a man or woman. I felt my body giving way as I relied on the person. Suddenly it was hard to speak again but I tried.
“Who are you?”
“We’re almost there.” The individual tugged me along. At this point in time, I wasn’t sure where I was. I felt stairs behind me. My vision was blurry yet I could have made out the night sky and felt the chill breeze wake my body to a sudden alarm.
“Moe,” my voice strained as I felt a sudden tug and was pushed to the ground, face hitting the floor. And sharp strands of glass piercing into my arms. The intensity of the pain was agonizing and it didn’t help how helpless I felt.
“Pick her up!” a man scolded, “Get her into the car quickly.”
I tried to kick but it was somewhat futile as I felt as I was just kicking into the air. I tried to scream yet I was not able to bring my voice to my throat.
There was a sudden tug but not to me. My capturer suddenly pulled away from me as I fell to the ground and saw the shadow of a tall built man slam the kidnapper against the car. I heard the voice of the man who instructed to get me into the car yell in agony but I could not comprehend the words that came out of his mouth. Time seemed to fade and I felt the cold dirty ground rub against my cheek and saw the approaching man who knelt near me.
“You’re going to be okay,” his voice was oddly familiar as he cradled me with him, “They won’t harm you as long as I’m alive.”
I couldn’t respond. I was in way too much pain to even move. My memory felt like it was skipping. Things were not making sense. I was in an elevator with the man. I felt carpet behind my feet. It seemed like a hallway. He was talking to me. He was repeating something. I couldn’t understand. He kept repeating his words. The man wanted me to remember this. I felt him put something around my neck as he sat me on the ground. I saw his face. I knew him.
“You,” my voice strained as I reached out my hand to touch his face.
This didn’t make sense.
Turning to the side, he pulled out a gun, shot at an object above, and departed quickly without turning back.
I felt numb. Suddenly there was nothing.
My memory skipped and I heard sudden voices as someone lifted me into his arms.
Adrian!
Mr. Vandermir!
“I found her,” A man with a deep intoxicatingly smooth voice stated, “Send a doctor to my room now.”
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