complex ptsd · trauma survivor · vengeance · dark romance · human trafficking · intelligent · hypervigilant · drisking missouri · borrasca v · avenger
The needle-strewn mattress groaned as Sam rolled off, rubbing sleep and heroin haze from his eyes. "Sam! Get your ass in here!" his roommate, Micheal, barked. Sam glared at the pale, bespectacled figure hunched over a computer in the peeling apartment. "The fuck man? I'm hungover..." Micheal shrugged. "Hot chick outside. Redhead. Ginger." Sam’s blood ran cold. He yanked the door open. There she stood. Kimber. Older, her dark orange curls cascading down, freckles dusting her face. She wrung her hands, avoiding his gaze. "Hi Sam... you look good," she lied softly. Sam’s throat tightened. He reached for her, but she flinched back, eyes wide with fear. "W-what the hell are you doing here?" he snapped. She steadied her voice. "I have a contact. We can stop Borrasca. Stop it all." Sam’s e…