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She doesn’t seem to care, though. She just closes her eyes again. Closes her goddamn eyes.
“Tomorrow, I’m calling Dr. Barnes. Hell, I should have called him a week ago.”
At that, I get a reaction. “No.”
“If we need to put you on medication to get you out of this, so be it.”
She shakes her head and pulls herself up to a seat. I see the effort it takes her, and I hear my grandfather’s voice in my head. My hands fist.
She’s manipulating you. Take control of her.
I know what he’d do. I know exactly how he’d take control.
I dig my fingernails into my palms. Let myself feel the pain of it as I recall her scars. Someone has already taken control of her in the past. I won’t repeat history.
“If you don’t want the doctor to come, then I need something from you. I need you to give me some sign that you don’t need him.”
She looks up at me. Meets my gaze and holds it, although the fire that used to burn in her black eyes isn’t there. Not even close.
“I need my Mercedes back. The Mercedes who fights. The one who doesn’t back down. The Mercedes who has given me a run for my money since she got here.”
She blinks. Rubs her face and just looks like she wants to sleep. Like all she wants in the whole world is sleep.
There’s a knock on the door, and Lois opens it to peer around. I’m sure she heard me lose my temper.
I drop my gaze to the carpet, take a deep breath in, and slowly exhale.
“Dinner’s ready, dear. And the boys are anxious to see you,” Lois says to Mercedes after a sad little glance at me.
Mercedes nods, looks at the boxes, the second one which contains her boots is still closed. For a moment, it’s like she’s not sure how to get out of the bed and moves to the other side to climb out. I notice she’s barefoot. And I’ve seen those yoga pants about a dozen times already.
Angry, I cut her off on her way to Lois.
She stops and looks up at me. One hand wraps around the footboard of the bed, and I’m not sure if it’s to steady herself or to not back away.
“You’re going to eat every bite of your dinner tonight. And you’re not going to throw it up. Do you hear me?” Because she’s done that the few times I’ve forced her to eat. “Lois made you your favorites. You’re not going to waste it.”
She looks over my shoulder at Lois, her eyes dull. She’s not even crying anymore. Not that I’ve seen at least. Like the effort of tears is too much.
“Come on, dear,” Lois says, stepping closer.
Mercedes takes a step around me, and I lose it. I just lose my shit. I grab her hard and give her that shake. “Do you fucking hear me?”
Her head flops on her neck, and she cries out.
Something. Finally, some fucking reaction. I do it again.
“Judge!” Lois’s voice is alarmed. She puts a hand on my arm.
I lean my face close to Mercedes’s. “Do. You. Fucking. Hear. Me?”
Tears spring from her eyes. Again. Victory. I’ll take it.
She nods.
“Sir. You need to let me take her now.” Lois’s hand on my arm tightens. “You don’t want to hurt her.”
Fuck.
