Page 150 of Creeping Beautiful

I walk over to the bath tub and take a seat on the edge. Lean over to put my head in my hands. “I did my best. I swear to God, I did.”

But I don’t even think they hear me. Because Indie has already resumed the tape.

OK. OK. OK. OK. OK. Listen to me, Indie. Listen to me.

Oh, my God. What did I do? What just happened? Where is Maggie?

I’m gonna put you under—

Holy fuck! Holy! Fuck!

I’m gonna count backwards from—

Where is she? Where is she?

Ten. You’re… everything’s… great. Ten.

Maggie!

Nine. You’re calm. You’re breathing easy!

Oh, my fucking God! What did I do?

Eight… fuck this shit.

What are you doing?

Hold still.

What are you doing? Donovan!

Hold still!

Ow! What the fuck!

Just calm down, OK? Just calm down.

You just stuck me in the neck with a needle!

It’s for your own good. It will calm you down. I can’t put you under if—

I don’t need to go under! I want to see my daughter! Where the fuck is my daughter?

Adam’s taking her to the hospital.

Hospital! Oh, my God. Oh, my God! I killed her. Did I kill her?

Listen to me. You need to calm down, OK? You didn’t kill her. She…

What? What did she…

…

…

Indie? Can you hear me?

Mmmm.