Lunatic Times Two: 4 (The Lunatic Life Series) by Sala Sharon

Author:Sala, Sharon [Sala, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books
Published: 2013-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

“I won’t run. I can’t,” Tara whispered. “Please. I need to go.”

He eyed her closely as pulled out the switchblade. In two swipes, her hands and feet were free, but when she rolled over to the side of the bed and tried to stand up, she staggered.

He caught her before she hit the floor, then yanked her upright.

“Stand up, damn it.”

The derision in his voice was the last straw to what was left of her composure. She grabbed hold of his arm to steady her stance and then looked straight into his eyes with an angry gaze.

“Don’t yell at me because I’m unsteady. You’re the one who Tased me. You’re the one who was driving the truck when I was knocked unconscious, and it was you who knocked down the filth in this house that nearly smothered me. You want me steady on my feet? Stay away from me!”

Marshall wanted to be pissed. He didn’t like people arguing with him or telling him what to do, but he had to admire her courage.

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you? Not even cryin’ for your mama.”

The room was starting to tilt. “My mama is dead. My father is dead. Where’s the bathroom?”

He felt guilty for asking and pointed.

“It’s behind that door, and don’t get any funny ideas about running because I’ll be listening. If I don’t hear you pee, I’m coming in. Understand?”

Still swaying on her feet, she doubled up her fists.

“If you come in, and my jeans are still down around my ankles, I will fight you until one of us is dead. If it’s me, then you won’t find your damn money, and I’ll be dead and you won’t matter. Understand?”

His jaw dropped, and while he was trying to figure out a comeback for that threat, she staggered into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He heard the lock turn, but it didn’t matter. The window was painted shut, and he’d hear it if she began breaking glass.

He didn’t walk close enough to actually hear her pee, but he did hear the toilet flush and then water running in the sink. When she opened the door, she staggered out, carrying a paper cup filled with water.

“My head hurts really bad. Do you have anything for pain?”

“I got some speed.”

She groaned. “I have a concussion, not a death wish. Never mind. I’d rather hurt.”

He frowned. “I’ll see if I can find something in Mom’s stuff,” he said, and began going through the drawers in the room still full of May Schulter’s belongings.

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