GENRE: urban thriller
Twenty minutes into the drive and my shoulder was beginning to hurt me. I gritted my teeth and shifted in my seat. The throb quickly turned into a blinding ache, which pulsated harder with each second.
“Medication wearing off?” Buzz asked, concerned.
I nodded and took an intake of breathe.
“Hold on,” he said, pulling the car over to the side of the road. Searching through the glove compartment, he pulled out a canister of pills, which Med had given him.
“Here,” he said, handing me one.
“Two,” I gasped.
I thought I was going to pass out. Buzz had the same idea, because he gave me another pill without argument, and then held a bottle of water to my lips.
“Do you want to lie down in the back?”
“No. I’ll be fine. I want to sit beside you.”
It took about ten minutes for the drugs to kick in. I felt drunk. My head was floating and everything moved in slow motion.
“Do you mind if I make a quick stop at the clubhouse?” he asked.
“”Nah, I don’t mind,” I slurred.
I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes we were parked outside the club house. I shivered and my shoulder began to ache again as I recalled what happened there the other night.