Sasha didn't notice the movement. The hand around his throat registered and his hand clutched to the fingers pressing against his windpipe. Though he could breathe perfectly fine if he relaxed he gasped as though he couldn't pull a breath to his lungs.
A voice boomed in his ears. Why was she shouting at him?
It was enough to make him realize the dire straights he was in. A panic attack. A scary woman he should pull away from, but what if she squeezed a little tighter, a little harder. His eyes came out of the fog and he met her gaze. The words she'd said rolling in his mind as he tried to fathom what they meant. "I don't know how. I don't even know what the fuck it is."
He only knew that the shard protected him. He reached into his pocket and cold smooth melted glass greeted his palm. He didn't reveal it to her but he brought it out clutched in his fist and the other hand holding to the wrist still attached to the hand that make him look at her. His eyes flicked down with a passing thought. "I don't remember your name, only what you prefer." He let go of her wrist and delved into his pocket and pulled out the small bag of the designer drug she preferred. Zeke made sure he always had some and if it was his last he always saved it. He could get more, and there were priorities, Zeke took care of his own. Not everyone fell into that category.
Sasha sat up straighter and leaned into her grip, just a little, just enough to make his breath catch in his throat on each inhale. It reminded him he was still alive. He was still here. "How do I control it? How do I take it? How can I make them pay?"
A voice boomed in his ears. Why was she shouting at him?
It was enough to make him realize the dire straights he was in. A panic attack. A scary woman he should pull away from, but what if she squeezed a little tighter, a little harder. His eyes came out of the fog and he met her gaze. The words she'd said rolling in his mind as he tried to fathom what they meant. "I don't know how. I don't even know what the fuck it is."
He only knew that the shard protected him. He reached into his pocket and cold smooth melted glass greeted his palm. He didn't reveal it to her but he brought it out clutched in his fist and the other hand holding to the wrist still attached to the hand that make him look at her. His eyes flicked down with a passing thought. "I don't remember your name, only what you prefer." He let go of her wrist and delved into his pocket and pulled out the small bag of the designer drug she preferred. Zeke made sure he always had some and if it was his last he always saved it. He could get more, and there were priorities, Zeke took care of his own. Not everyone fell into that category.
Sasha sat up straighter and leaned into her grip, just a little, just enough to make his breath catch in his throat on each inhale. It reminded him he was still alive. He was still here. "How do I control it? How do I take it? How can I make them pay?"