Page 56 of Kill Me

“I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces.”

“It was priceless, I have to admit.”

“Toiletries are in the bathroom. I was told by Rhiannon that they were somewhat of a luxury to be earned in the facility, so I made sure you were stocked up on everything from soap to skincare.”

“You met Rhiannon?”

“She was with you when I found you.”

“Is she okay? What if me not being there is taken out on her?” Alarm bells start ringing in my head.

“Don’t worry, Little Magpie, she’s safe.”

“How do you know for sure?”

He walks over to the door and opens it to reveal Rhiannon standing on the other side.

I fly from the spot I’ve been in for the last few days and throw my arms around her. She cries into my hair. My body screams in protest.

“Thank you so much, Quinn.”

“What are you thanking me for? I’ve been unconscious for the last few days and completely unhelpful to anyone.”

“Because without you, I’d never have been free. They rescued me, too.”

“They?” I turn to look at Harley. “Who else was there?”

“All in good time, Little Magpie. Go. Get ready.”

I stand there bewildered. I still have no idea where I am. All I know is I’m somewhere safe, and no one can find me.

The one thing I do know is that I smell so bad and I’m in desperate need of a shower, so I grab a towel and head to the bathroom.

I look back at Rhiannon. “Don’t go anywhere, promise?”

“I promise, Quinn. You’re stuck with me now.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Harley - Present Day

While Quinn is in the shower, it’s time to come up with a game plan. From things she’s said while she’s been in and out of consciousness over the last few days, it seems like the ECT actually prompted some of her memories to start coming back. She’s had memory blanks within those days, but that’s to be expected. Same for the confusion I’ve seen. But the things she’s been talking about are extreme, and the sooner we start her therapy, the sooner she can leave this all in the past and start living her life as she deserves.

“Lools, you here?” I call as I walk into the kitchen.

“Where else would I be, Little Cousin? Can’t have you corrupting your good girl’s image of me before I get a chance to make a first impression, can I?”

“Asshole.” I laugh and give her a side hug.

“I think we need to start with an intensive therapy process if she’s up for it. It’s out there. Some people would want to take their time, but the things I’ve heard through her nightmares, I think prolonging the situation will do more harm than good.”

“What kind of things?”

“Something about her brother raping someone and her best friend betraying her. Mostly she mumbled their names; there wasn’t much sense coming from her.”

“Son of a bitch. Well, there’s another one to add to my list.”

“We know you love nothing more than to add to your collection.”