Chapter 130

I abandon the glass and walk across the cold concrete floor on shaking legs. I need to lie down and finally get rid of the rest of this drug in my blood, so I can at least walk around normally and not feel like I’m on newborn legs. Maybe I’ll feel better if I take some time to let it work out and sleep off the rest of it. My body is shaking internally, and I keep having minor bouts of dizziness that remind me I’m in no state to take on the likes of Deacon if I ever get a chance. Before I leave this place, my first goal is to knee him in the balls for shooting me in the back like a coward. I don’t get to the bed before the noise of the elevator whooshing open sways this way, and I stiffen instantly, expecting Deacon to come back and grace me with his toxic personality. I mentally try to figure out the likelihood of being able to kick him between the legs for the sake of it. I climb on the bed, turn around and sit with my legs dangling off the edge in readiness to give him more attitude