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The door bursts open and Officer MacGregor steps inside, one hand poised above his gun holster. His eyes dart back and forth between me and the reporter. “You need to leave.”
The reporter appears stunned by the sudden appearance of a police officer. She puts her hands up. “No harm done, sir. I was simply asking Miss Benson a few harmless questions.”
Another wave of dizziness overwhelms me. I turn and brace both hands on the side of the bed for support, my knees weak and shaking violently. I stare down at the white bedding, hoping to focus and regain stability. “Leave. Everyone. Just. Leave.” My demand is barely a breathless whisper. I feel robbed of my own rage.
Officer MacGregor pushes past the reporter and rushes to my side. He guides me to the bed. “Sit down. I’ll call the nurse.”
I brush his hands away, ashamed of my perpetual displays of weakness. I’m tired of living with myself. “I’m fine. Really.” I turn and plop onto the bed before I pass out. “Just go…please…”
Even now, as I’m begging to be left alone, no one listens. They stare at me dumbly, disbelief on their faces. Like I’m too stupid to know what I really want or need. My fingers dig into the mattress by my sides. “GO! Just go!” I scream, using every last bit of strength. “Please, just go!” I continue to scream over and over again until there is no longer oxygen in my lungs. Blood rushes to my face.
A flurry of activity fills the room while I scream. The reporter scurries out of the room. Officer MacGregor darts to the doorway and hollers something down the hall. Three nurses, one female, two male, barge in. They surround me. Still screaming like a crazed banshee, I kick out and land a solid blow to a shin. An arm wraps around my shoulders. I buck back and my skull connects with bone or cartilage, I’m not sure. Someone barks out orders. Secure her arms…the IV is in the left…Ativan now.
Even now, as I fight and scream in hysterics, a piece of me separates from the moment. Disengages and watches from a distance. Again, my power, what little I have of it, is stolen. I know I’m out of control. I’m irrational. The part of me that acts out cannot rein it in. The brewing storm has been unleashed. It will not relinquish until it has expelled all of its glorious rage. I scream even as the sedative washes over me, flooding my system with a false sense of euphoria. I’m heavy with it. I scream but only a muffled garble passes over my lips. Don’t quiet my storm.
Breathe in, breathe out. This mantra gets Tessa Benson through the day.
The man she loves walks all over her, and she just wants to get by without her heart shattering to pieces. If she could find her voice, she’d scream.
Everything changes in one night, when she’s snatched from the streets and tied to a bed, a camera set up to capture her dying moment. And the person who paid to watch her die...is still out there somewhere.
Tessa prowls dark neighborhoods in a quest for justice, but she doesn’t find the killer. Not until they strike again…in the place Tessa is least expecting, and where it hurts worst.
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