Away From You (Back To You Book 2) by Mastorakos Jessica

Author:Mastorakos, Jessica [Mastorakos, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Little Green Eyed Press
Published: 2014-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Matt

I flexed my left bicep and gritted my teeth against the pain. My muscles twitched as they tried to tighten around the quarter-sized wound left by the bullet. I studied my reflection in the mirror. If I only looked at my arm, I wouldn’t even know that it was my body in front of me. Foreign wound aside, my usually muscular build had been reduced to what I’d call scrawny. My eyes traveled up to meet the man in the mirror’s eyes. It was me, all right. But the eyes looked different, too.

I leaned in closer, not taking my gaze from the eyes in front of me. How different were these eyes? Was it just my imagination? I abruptly realized that I wanted them to look different. After what I’d seen – after what I’d done – I needed them to reflect some sort of transformation. Were these the eyes of a killer? They must be, since I’d killed someone. Red mist fanned across the mirror, like the spray I saw on the jet where his head used to be. I blinked a few times and turned on the faucet. Rubbing the cool water over my face, I was very aware of the pain in my left arm.

The chilly water ran down my neck and onto my chest, reminding me of the sweat that had beaded up all over my body when it happened. It was hot that day, but I still remembered feeling cold. My uniform had felt like a sponge, soaked with perspiration and the blood from my wound. I brought my good arm up and wiped the water droplets off my face and neck. When my vision cleared again, the blood was gone, but the man in the mirror was no longer wearing my basketball shorts. Instead, he was covered in dirt and grime and wearing desert digital cammies. His face and uniform were smeared with crimson, and there was a terror on his face that could only be real. The air smelled like iron and burning flesh and my eyes stung from the smoke and dust. I held my hand out to him, but the reflection showed him raising his pistol toward me.

A loud knock sounded on the bathroom door, making me jump as if he’d fired at me.

“What?” I snapped, my heart pounding out of my chest. I glanced back at my reflection, afraid that the gun would still be aimed at my face. I shook my head to clear it.

“It’s just me,” Olivia responded timidly. “You’ve been in there for an hour, are you okay?”

I wrenched open the bathroom door, furious. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize there was a time limit on my shower, shit, and shave.”

She flinched as if I’d slapped her. “I… there isn’t. I was just… worried.”

I rolled my eyes and closed the door on her. There was nothing worse than being treated like some kind of mental case or gimp. I wasn’t helpless – far from it. I’d recovered better than the doctors had hoped I would, and I was home and alive.

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