Page 3 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)
Chapter Two
Lizzie
W ell, I’ve finally made it to hell. You’ll never guess what it entails. It’s not a fiery pit like one might imagine. It’s silence. It’s dark.
Not the kind of dark where you’re stumbling around your room, trying to get into bed after shutting off the light.
That’s not quite it.
It’s the complete lack of light. The type you only find miles underground in a lonely cavern. It’s void. Infinite, and at the same time, finite. The kind of dark that is timeless … yet you can still feel it move at an agonizing pace. One I’m sure never ends. This is hell after all.
The longer I’m here, the more I think I might be locked in my mind. Maybe my body is back at the nursing home. Maybe I’ve finally gone mad. Maybe I imagined walking out of the facility.
Nothing seems real here. Actually, there isn’t anything here. It’s just me … and myself. And we haven’t spoken in a while.
“It’s all your fault we’re here.”
“Please. I’m not the one who decided to throw our whole life away. That was you.”
“What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t let him know he was a father.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“You could have gone to the police.”
“They wouldn’t have believed me.”
The noisier side of my brain gives in. “You’re right. You’re right.”
“Thank you. Now, can we agree to think about something else?”
Knock. Knock.
The way I jump makes me question whether the sound is coming from somewhere outside of my body or if it’s just my heart banging to get free. But my heart wouldn’t be beating if I were dead. Am I not dead?
Knock. Knock.
“Lizzie?” a muffled voice calls from somewhere in the darkness.
I scramble across the space, brushing my hand over the floor, stopping when I reach a wall.
“Lizzie. Slide the little door on the wall to the left. I’ve left you something to eat.”
My fingers fumble over the wood, finding the door the voice speaks of. It slides easily enough; the scent of pancakes immediately fills my senses.
“I know you’re scared, but don’t be,” the voice continues to say as I pull the plate to my face. Oh god, it smells so good.
“I won’t leave you in there any longer than you can handle.”
I wonder how long that will be as I stuff my mouth with food. The devil is feeding me, so I guess that’s good. Maybe this is just a holding cell before officially entering hell. But that doesn’t explain the pancakes.
Maybe it’s a trick or the universe simply laughing in my face one last time.
“There is a bathtub and toilet in there with you, if you haven’t found them already. I also left you a change of clothes at the end of the bed. Close the little door on your side, and I’ll come back later.”
With a mouth full of food, I rise to my knees, trying to push at the door on his side of the small box. “Wait. Don’t go!”
I knock and knock and knock, but the voice doesn’t return.
My thoughts begin to race as I try to figure out what is going on. Am I dead? Crazy? Kidnapped?
No, that couldn’t be.
That really is a crazy thought.
“Shhh,” a masculine voice whispers in my ear. “Shhh …”
The sound of the ocean, the fall …
I did fall, didn’t I?
“Shhh …”
My hands fly to my neck. Oh no. A man.
There was a man!