The Edge of Insanity (c)

[Sammie]

Sammie made her way back towards the room where she'd left Gypsy. It had been about two hours or so and she figured they'd be done with her by now. If not, they didn't have a choice. She nodded at the thugs at the door before knocking, making sure that they'd hear her on the other side.

"It's Sammie," she said, hoping that that was enough for them to understand that time was up.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy had put that knife Macbeth snuck her to good use. She'd put up a good fight. She was bruised and bloodied, and she was pretty sure her hand was fractured or broken. She was slumped in a chair, cheeks tear stained.

They hadn't killed her, even when they found the knife. Just laughed at her and threw her on the ground. They'd raped her, then beat her some more.

At the knock at the door, they smirked, one of them patting Gypsy's cheek before strolling out of the room, past Sammie.

[Sammie]

Sammie frowned when she saw blood. It was like them to go that route unless they were pissed off. Seeing Gypsy on the chair, Sammie sighed and stood in front of her. "Can you walk?"

[Gypsy]

She wasn't altogether sure she could, but she wouldn't give Sammie the satisfaction of helping her, so she willed her self to stand, wincing, and she clutched the back of the chair. Her hand went to her abdomen, instinctively.

She should have told Jimmy. Maybe now it didn't even matter.

[Sammie]

"Eastman set up a room for you while you're here," muttered Sammie, immediately grabbing her arm before she had a chance to fall back down on her chair. She quirked an eyebrow at her once she noticed where her hand flew. What the... Something else was going on but she wasn't about to worry about it right now.

[Gypsy]

She smirked ruefully. "You mean he ain't done with me? I can't just go home?" Of course not. He probably needed her as bait for Jimmy.

[Sammie]

"You wanna go home looking like that?" she replied, ushering her out of the room. Truthfully, she didn't know what Eastman was up to. Much as she ran errands for him all day, she only knew things until the day of.

[Gypsy]

"I don't care what I go home lookin' like." She limped out of the room and down the hall. "Why didn't he have me killed?"

[Sammie]

"'Cause apparently that's not what they wanted you for," answered Sammie, rolling her eyes at the girl.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy shot her a glare. She officially hated this girl. "Then what do they want me for, Princess? Unless," and she smirked now, "unless you're not as close to Bobby as you pretend to be."

[Sammie]

Sammie simply glared at her and muttered, "Shut up. I can leave you here and have you limp your way around until you find your room or you shut your mouth until you get there." It'd been a long day and the last thing she needed was someone picking at her about Bobby.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy frowned, but was quiet until Sammie took her to her room. When they were inside, she moved to the wash basin, soaking a washcloth in it. "You know he's using you. That's what Monk Eastman does. He uses people until they're not useful anymore." She winced as she dabbed at a cut on her cheek.

[Sammie]

"Looks like we're still both useful," replied Sammie dryly.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy eyed her through the reflection in the mirror. "But you won't be, not for long. Bobby won't keep on bein' nice to you." She paused. "I was his favorite once, too."

[Sammie]

Sammie rolled her eyes at her and turned her heel to leave. She knew what the girl was saying and it was true. But that didn't mean she wanted to hear it.