Jacked Up: Birmingham Rebels by Samantha Kane

Author:Samantha Kane [Kane, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2017-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

King heard Sam from the other room, calling out Carmina’s name. He rolled out of bed, wide-awake, and rushed into Sam’s room. “Sam,” he said from the doorway. He’d learned not to shout at him. If he shouted, Sam just thought it was part of the dream. Everything in the dream was so loud and chaotic. Most of the time, if King just said his name in a normal voice it pulled Sam out of the nightmare. “Sam,” he said again. “Wake up.”

“Berkovitch,” Sam said in a broken voice. “Oh, God, Richie.” He started to cry and King stepped over to his bed.

“Sammy,” he said, his voice rising. “You’ve got to wake up. It’s all good.” He tried to remember what Jane had done that night in the hotel. She’d become part of the dream, talked Sam through it, right? “We got her,” he said. “We got De La Cruz.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Sam said, his voice breaking.

Jesus save us, King thought, his mother’s favorite expression of horror slipping through his mind. This dream was new. “It’s okay, Sam,” he said, his own voice shaky. “We got him, too. We’re taking them home.”

Sam began to thrash around on the bed, and then he let out an ear-piercing scream. The scream woke him up and he sat straight up, his hair a sweaty mess as he stared at King with glassy eyes. Then he scrambled back on the bed away from King, his hand searching for something. It took King a minute to realize he was looking for his gun.

“It’s me, Sam,” he said softly, kneeling beside the bed. “King. It’s King.”

Sam was panting, his eyes wide and darting around the room. “King?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Yeah, brah. King. We’re at the apartment. In your room.”

“Did we do it?” Sam asked, still confused, frowning at King.

“Do what?” King asked. Was he still asleep?

“Have sex,” Sam asked.

“What?” King asked, shocked at the question. “No, man. No. You had a nightmare. I heard you from the other room. I couldn’t wake you up.”

“Oh, shit,” Sam said, covering his face with his hands. He ran them back through his sweaty hair. “It was a bad one, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” King told him, not bothering to lie. It wasn’t like Sam couldn’t figure that out from the condition he was in. “You were in it deep.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam said. He pulled his legs up and rested his head on his bent knees, wrapping his arms around them. “I haven’t had one in a while.”

“You want an Ambien?” King asked, reaching for the drawer. He knew the team doc had prescribed some for him last year.

“No,” Sam said, holding up his hand. “I don’t want to get addicted to that shit. It was hard enough to stop taking them last year.”

“What can I do?” King asked. He felt helpless, which wasn’t a feeling he was used to. He didn’t like it.

“Nothing,” Sam said. He slid down and grabbed a pillow, rolling onto his side, facing away from King, hugging the pillow.

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