Chapter 272: The Dragon and The Prince, Moby Dick and the White Whale
Darcy stood in the hospital restroom, hands placed on either side of the porcelain sink. His reflection stared back at him, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.
Earlier, he had felt like the world was closing in on him.
Before he called Micah, he had been completely lost. Not the kind that just made your chest tight, but the kind that made you feel hollow and raw all over.
He didn’t want to be someone who needed saving. He hated the thought of being someone people had to worry about, or someone they pitied. And worse, he didn’t want anyone to feel confined to helping him, like they were trapped in his mess.
And even if he had wanted to ask for help, there was no one. No close relatives, no real friends, not even neighbours.
Even that old man from their block, the one with the crooked nose and the permanent scowl, was out of the question. He used to be some kind of thug, always bragging about his past. That man’s idea of helping would have been to beat Silas to a pulp.
Darcy could even picture what the old man would say. "You gotta show ’em who’s boss, kid. Fist to the face, problem solved."
As if it were that easy.
That was exactly why he hadn’t gone to him. That old man would have definitely gotten involved. And if he so much as laid a finger on that doctor, Darcy was sure Silas would twist it into something else, something worse. Another chain around his neck. Another reason to tighten the leash.
So Darcy had endured all that humiliation. All that disgust. Thinking one day he could stand against Silas without worrying about implicating his family and friends.