Redemption Road

“Will you teach me the technique?”

“Sure. If you think it will help.”

“Yeah, I do.” She gave me a small smile. “Thank you, Rev.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then I braced myself to unburden myself even further. “The answer is yes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, I tried to hurt myself.”

Her green eyes widened. “What did you do?” she questioned in a whisper.

“I tried to hang myself in my closet.”

Although she had tried slitting her wrists not a half hour ago, A

“The months after the rape were almost as bad as the day itself. The man who raped me was just a drifter, so no one came looking for him or had any questions about what happened to him. I guess it would’ve been even worse if my father had gone to prison. Within just a few weeks, my old man left his church. He started drinking again, moved out of the house. My mother cried all the time. My brothers had no clue what had caused the seismic shift in our family, but I did. It was all my fault. I had caused my father to kill a man, to leave his wife and family, and to leave his church.”

“You poor thing,” A

“So I took a belt, tied it to the rack in the closet, and then tied it to my neck. I didn’t leave a note. I just climbed up on the chair and stepped off—” A

“You never tried it again?” A

I shook my head. “No, it was around then that Breakneck reached out to me. As a member of the Raiders, I guess he saw a change in me—one that was worse than my brothers. Maybe he had a soft spot for cases like mine because he had experienced something similar in the past. Or maybe he just wanted to help out a brother’s kid. At first, I wondered if he was just some other pervert like Kurt. But then I remembered how kind he had been the day my father had taken me to him. So when I was just twelve I started going with Breakneck when he worked at the free clinic down in Atlanta. I got to help out doing small chores, which kept my mind occupied, and at the same time, I got to see people who were far worse off than me.”

“And that’s what eventually helped you move on?”

“That and time. The old adage about it healing all wounds is true. Of course, the pain is never completely forgotten. It’s more like it lies buried below the surface. Certain sights, smells, or sounds can bring it back.”

A

My brows shot up in surprise. “You really mean that?”

Cocking her head to the side, she remained contemplative for a moment. Then her eyes once again met mine. “Yes, I do.”

It was at that moment that Breakneck appeared in the doorway. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered with wide eyes.

A

When he realized exactly what had transpired, his lips pinched together tightly. I could imagine that inside he was silently seething.

With a wince, I pulled myself off the ground. Unsteady on my wounded leg, I weaved back and forth for a moment. Once I was stable, I reached down to help A

She nodded and then padded barefoot out of the bathroom. With an agitated sigh, Breakneck turned to go, but I grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” I hissed under my breath.

“Don’t what?” he demanded.

“Don’t be hard on her.”

His eyes flashed with rage before he pushed me inside the bathroom and shut the door. “You want me to coddle a girl who almost threw her life away this morning? A girl who should be fucking grateful she’s alive at all when so many aren’t?”

I shoved him against the blood-spattered wall with more force than I’d intended. “For one minute, leave Sarah out of all of this. Think back to that eleven-year-old kid you stitched up one day and then weeks later tried to put back together when he fell apart.” Breakneck blinked in acknowledgment. “You ca

“Yeah, I feel you,” he replied.

After releasing him, I took a step back. “Glad to hear it.”

His gaze dipped down to my leg. “Are you all right?”

“Just a little tender, that’s all.”

“Maybe I should have a look at it.”

“Take care of A

“Chivalrous to a fucking fault,” he muttered before turning and leaving me.

I didn’t want to alert the medical staff to what had transpired with A

My calf still hurt like a motherfucker, but at least the stitches hadn’t popped and there was no bleeding. I slipped the scrubs on and took one last inspection of the bathroom before going outside.

Breakneck had finished up with A

“Shower’s all yours now.”

She nodded and then turned to Breakneck. “It’s okay if I get the stitches wet?”

“The gauze should protect them. Just don’t stay in long. And if you start to feel light-headed, call out for one of us.”

“Okay,” she replied. After taking the spare hospital gown from the side of the bed, she went into the bathroom.

Bishop glanced between me and Breakneck. “You think it’s safe for her to be alone in there?”

“I did a sweep of the bathroom. There’s nothing in there she could use, even if she was so inclined.”

“Where the fuck did she get a razor to start with?”

I shrugged. “Maybe she asked one of the nurses for it. Since she wasn’t on suicide watch, they probably didn’t think a thing about it.”

“You don’t think she’ll be a repeat offender and ask them again?” Bishop asked.

Before I could reply, Breakneck said, “No. I think she’s going to be all right.” When I shot a questioning look at him, he gave a brief jerk of his head. “For a first-timer, she did a number on her wrists, but the wounds weren’t deep enough, and after talking with her, I don’t think she needs to be put on suicide watch or anything like that.”

Bishop snorted. “With us on round-the-clock duty, we’re watching her enough as it is. She doesn’t need anything else.”

“I’m not taking any fucking chances on Mendoza being alive or the Diablos hunting her down. Those cocksuckers are psychotic,” I argued.

Breakneck rose from his chair. “She’ll be discharged tomorrow. We need to start pla

Crossing my arms over my chest, I said, “For starters, we’re going to be riding out of here. No way can we be flying. A