“No…” Her voice suddenly grew quiet, almost flinching as he roughly grabbed at her yet she tried to deny anything and defended herself. “I’m an adult, Sam…and if I did anything it’s my decision, not yours. Whatever it is, I’m sorry but I don’t need to be punished for anything.”
Right at that point he left her in that chair and ran into the kitchen, getting a syringe from the top shelf in the pantry and dosing it with 10ccs of Morphine. “Here, you want to do drugs, have this! At least this will help you feel better!” When he reentered the room he was fuming and he leaned over her, stabbing her right in her left thigh with it. This, he was sure, would make her forget anything and everything that was said or done now… “Now!” He grabbed her hard on the arm again and looked at her. “What the fuck did you take?”
“I said I don’t know. Don’t you understand? I don’t fucking know…” Just as she finished these words, she could feel the needle piece her skin which stung but she could feel no difference at the moment. She was too much worried about Sam and his yelling to care.
He picked her up abruptly and jostled her, carrying her towards the stairs. “Well, then, you can just stay in your room until you figure it out…” He made it up the stairs with her and to her bedroom, throwing her down on the bed and getting his cuffs. “And I mean stay! Don’t you even think of running away from me again!”
“Stop being ridiculous!” She decided she didn’t want to wait for his reaction so she climbed off the bed as he occupied himself by going to get his handcuffs. There was a chance that she would never remember what is and she refused to be chained like an animal. Darla ignored the fact she was a bit dizzy, still…or a little more drugged from the morphine but she couldn’t care less. She needed to get away…