Since he was a kid, he had a weird sleeping pattern. It drove his Mom nuts. He slept in the late afternoon and evening, was up all night and morning. His Mom couldn’t break him of it, the doctors couldn’t, no one could.
Throughout his adulthood, to fit his life around it, he’d taken a number of night jobs (mostly security) but they sucked. This job was the perfect fit.
It was boring a lot of time but when it wasn’t boring, it was really not boring.
Jack liked the anticipation, he fed off it. Because when something happened, he had to be on his game.
Days, weeks, months of nothing happening could weaken most men’s instincts.
But Jack was born to be sharp and alert at three o’clock in the morning. If something happened, he’d never let the team down.
That was why, when he saw on the monitors the Merc screeching to a halt in the garage, Jack was ready.
He reached out to the phone, hit the speaker button then number two and listened to it ring.
Luke and Hector had called in five minutes ago saying they’d be back in five. The car phone in their Ford Explorer was number two on speed dial.
Then Jack watched the woman fall out of the car. Her head fell down like she couldn’t hold it up. One arm was dangling uselessly on the ground. She was wearing a silky, lacy nightgown but it was ripped and torn.
He was rising out of his chair when he heard Luke’s voice answer the phone.
“Stark.”
“Fuck,” Jack swore.
“Jack?”
“Get here, now. There’s a woman –” Jack stopped as he watched her pull herself up using the car door.
For a second, he froze. She had clearly been beaten badly and was covered in blood.
“Jack. Status,” Luke barked into the phone.
“Call an ambulance. I’m leaving the room,” Jack responded.
“Jack –” Stark said but Jack didn’t reply, he didn’t even disconnect, he was gone.
* * * * *
Sadie
I made it up three stairs then fell. My bloody hand slipped on the stair and I couldn’t break my fall so I banged my head.
It hurt.
Since I hurt, like, loads, like, everywhere, I thought that was a good time to give up.
So Ricky found me. So he finished what he started. I’d be unconscious during the rest of it then I’d be dead.
Dead seemed a good option at that point. It meant no more pain and that was good. I was hoping for doves and angels and fluffy clouds but I’d take there being no more pain.
I heard footsteps and panicked.
Ricky.
Maybe I wasn’t ready for Ricky to find me just in case I didn’t go unconscious which didn’t, unfortunately, seem to be happening for me.
I pulled myself up to try and escape, lost my footing and I threw my arm out. Luckily, it caught on the handrail. My arm slid around it, holding on, my torso fell over because I couldn’t hold it up, my head hung down because I couldn’t hold that up either.
The rapid footsteps stopped and I felt hands on me.
“No!” I screamed and jerked away from the hands.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
The voice was a man’s, not Ricky’s. I couldn’t see him, I couldn’t hold my head up but he scared me all the same.
The hands came back.
“No!” I screamed again, leaned over and hanging onto the handrail like my life depended on it (which, in that instant, I had convinced myself it did) and pressing myself against the wall. “Don’t touch me. Don’t –”
“You’re safe. An ambulance is coming,” the man said, his hands gentle and trying to pull me away from the handrail.
“No. No ambulance. Nothing. Go away. Just leave me here.”
I wasn’t making any sense and I didn’t care. I just wanted to be alone. I’d been alone my whole life, alone and lonely. It was a place I understood. It was a place I could be safe.
I heard a door open and I tensed.
“Fuck,” another man’s voice said as the strength in my arm at the handrail gave out. I let go and slid down, my knees banged against a concrete stair right before my face smashed into another one. My useless arm again didn’t break my fall.
That hurt too.
I didn’t try to get up. I had nothing left in me.
“Pull the Explorer around,” I heard a new voice say right before I was turned gently then lifted.
“Hector –” another voice said.
“Do it!” This was sharp and loud but I didn’t have the energy to wince.
I was being moved quickly, being held against something immensely warm.
“Sadie, you with me?” I heard a weirdly familiar voice say.
“I think so,” I answered.
“Stay with me,” the weirdly familiar voice ordered.
“I’ll try,” I replied but felt myself slipping away.
Before the darkness could overwhelm me, I was jostled, the pain shot through me with renewed vigor, my eyes opened and I made a low, feral noise filled with agony that sounded scary, even to my own ears.
Then I could swear I saw Hector, he was contorting, going in and out of focus.
Then I was settled in his lap but I felt his arm slide up my back and his hand positioned my head on his shoulder, my face in his neck. It was then I closed my eyes again.
“Mamita, staying with me means talking to me.” Now I was thinking it was Hector who was the weirdly familiar voice.
Now, how bizarre was that?
We were still moving but not like before, it was smoother and it hurt a whole lot less.
“I need to go to sleep,” I told him.
“Hang on for awhile, don’t go to sleep.”
“I think, if I go to sleep, it’ll stop hurting. I need it to stop hurting.”
After I said that, it felt like the knuckles of a hand came to my cheek, they rested there lightly for a second. Then it felt like fingers were sifting gently through the hair at the side of my head, pulling it way from my face.
Now that was even more bizarre because it felt nice, nice and sweet and lovely even though everywhere else there was pain.
“I know, mamita, but you need to stay awake.”
“Why can’t I sleep?” I asked.
“Because when you go to sleep, I want you to be somewhere with doctors so we can make sure you wake up,” Hector told me.
I shook my head in his neck. “That’s okay.”
“What’s okay?”
“It’s okay if I don’t wake up.”
“Sadie, don’t say that.”
I snuggled closer to his heat and felt fuzzier. It wasn’t a bad fuzzier but a good fuzzier.