Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(10)

“You think I believe that? If it wasn’t you, then it was those drug wasters you call parents. I should cut ya f*cking throat, you bitch. But na, Trevor wants you all to himself when he’s out.”

That’s when my heart stopped. “Trevor?”

“Hmm.” He ran his fingers over my cheeks and took hold of my face tightly, squeezing my lips together. “And he wants this pretty little face all to himself.”

I knocked his hand away violently. “Get the f*ck off me. You know I had nothing to do with Trevor getting raided.”

“Na? So you didn’t tell Trina it was you?”

My frown was deep. “What?”

Trina was Gabe’s sister and was a good friend to me once. Well, I say “friend.” I went around with her and a few others from around the estate. Did things I wasn’t proud of, but that was the past. It was my parents who ratted Trevor out. They called the police and told them all about the drug dealings that went on in Trevor’s flat. It was because they owed him money and the situation was either going to end up with my parents dead or Trevor in prison. When Trevor and his nephew Gabe got arrested, I told Trina it was me. She was going after my parents, but I knew she would spare me out of loyalty. It seemed she ratted me out too and forgot that promise.

“No.” My tone was firm, but he could see the lies I hid behind my eyes.

“You’re a liar. I swear to God, if I had my way, you’d already be paying the f*cking price.”

“Go ahead and do your worst,” I screamed. “You’ve already been following me. I thought childish games weren’t your thing.” I was trying to goad him, trying to get a reaction from him. I also felt weirdly relieved that I finally knew it was him that was stalking me and it wasn’t just in my head.

“Following you?” He was clueless. “I only got out today, you dumb bitch.”

I blinked in perplexity. “It wasn’t you?”

He scoffed, his dark eyes scowling over my body. “Maybe someone else is baying for your blood.”

I remained motionless as Gabe pushed past me abruptly, knocking me to the side. “Watch your back.”

My hands came up to my face, rubbing the exhaustion I suddenly felt towards life. I’d be attacked by Carla and my mother, and now I’d been threatened by a dealer I thought I would never see again. In that mad moment I wanted to call Parks. I wanted to be wrapped in his arms and find my safe place again. I desperately wanted his lips kissing my temple tenderly. A sign from him that showed me he knew of my hidden pain. I wanted his soothing words. His reassurance. His everything that I suddenly began to fall for. But I couldn’t have that because I disgraced him.

After absorbing how much my life was one big mental f*ckup, I made my way to a pub. Two hours later, I was staring into oblivion after drinking five vodkas and six shots, and I was swaying to Lana Del Rey’s “Born to Die.” My plan was to drink myself into a coma and hope I wouldn’t wake up, but I was suddenly tapped on my shoulder. My vision was hazy, my head hurt, and my balance was lost as I turned, slipping from the barstool.

“A little worse for wear, Evey?”

It was Travie, and he was holding me by my shoulders, trying to keep me balanced.

“Get off,” I spat out, pushing him away from me aggressively.

“Evey, you’re bollocks. Let me get you home.”

“Are you following me?” I mumbled, unlatching my hand from his grip.

“This is my pub, remember?” I heard his chuckle before I lost balance, my ankle seeming to twist in my step. Before my face hit the floor, I was swung around and brought into Travie’s chest.

“Wow,” he said, standing me upright.

His face was so close to mine. I thought he was about to lean in and kiss me, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Get away from me,” I yelled, kneeing him in the balls and leaving him wailing like a bitch as I stumbled away.





Chapter Six





My head felt like rocks were imbedded into my brain. My body was cold and numb. My vision was blurred, and I was completely confused.

“Hey, she’s waking up.”

I vaguely heard a woman’s voice and tried to open my eyes, but when I did, a bright light made me close them immediately as it shot piercing pains to my head. I blinked to try and regain some focus, but it was no use. I couldn’t see and was starting to panic from loss of vision.

“My head,” I murmured to myself, my hands automatically gripping at it. Shaking, I tried to sit up to take in my surroundings and soon realised they were completely unfamiliar, and so was the lady who was standing over me.

“Don’t try and stand, sweetie. The nurse is on her way.”

The nurse? Who is this woman?

“You passed out after being violently sick,” the stranger tried to explain. “We couldn’t get you to wake up. I think you may have had a little too much to drink.”

My head was thumping, and the room was so bright it hurt behind my sockets when I tried to open my eyes. “Where the hell am I?”

“In the hospital, sweetheart.”

I blinked, my vison returned a little, and I could see an older lady sitting by my bedside.

“Who are you?” I breathed, recoiling harshly as she took hold of my hand. “Shit.” I winced at the pain in my hand as I pulled it away. Glancing down, I saw I was wired to a drip. I was in a hospital bed!