“Most of the knife wounds are through his vest, luckily it stopped full force impact.”
“Not lucky. He’s the one that was whipping his naked daughter while Donnie was attempting to …” I have to stop talking because I can’t get the image of Donnie’s dick being out, fully hard, and how he was trying to force Maddie’s mouth on him.
“Attempt what, Detective?”
I holster my gun and look down. I’m near tears thinking about this shit. “Donnie was trying to rape her mouth, and I’m pretty damn sure he was going to do more.”
“What the fuck?” He jerks back from me and I nod.
“Yeah,” I whisper as the scene around us becomes busy with people bustling about, trying to bag evidence.
Sergeant looks over at his crime scene investigators. “Everything in this room, the clothes, the blood on the carpet, everything is evidence people. Bag and tag it.”
I watch everyone get to work as he pulls me aside. He sighs and looks down for a moment. It’s as if he is dreading what he has to say next. He puts a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “Look, I hate to do this. But in order for me to figure this out, I have to start somewhere. So for now, I’ve got to put you on administrative leave.”
I look at my sergeant and nod. “Yes, Sir. Not a problem.”
There’s no need to fight. I hand him my gun and holster. I keep my badge since I need it to be on desk duty. Sighing, I head to the door.
Turning back, I look at Knave being taken out in cuffs. “I’ll get you out buddy.”
Knave gives me a wink, and I hear someone yelling.
“We found a Mad Hatter card.”
What?
The poundingin my head wakes me. Light assaults my eyes as they open, and I quickly shut them. Where am I that it’s so bright? I peek my eyes back open, and I slowly adjust to my surroundings. Beeping tells me there’s a machine somewhere, but I can’t turn my body. Bile rises in my stomach at the thought of my brother and father having tied me down. Or worse, put me in a mental institute like they tried to do after the first rape. I didn’t stay long because the doctors assessed me and found I was sane.
“Hello?” I call out and my voice cracks. I’m glad to be facing the door. At least I can see who is coming in when it opens. When I get a good look at the nurse dressed in a blue uniform, dread fills me.Fuck.It’s Crystal, my brother’s old girlfriend.
“I’m so glad you’re awake dear. It’s been three days.” Her voice grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. I wince and attempt not to snarl at her. My face hurts. Why does my face fucking hurt?
Flashes of what happened hit me, and that sick feeling comes back as she steps closer to the bed.
She’s as crazy as Donnie is. Hell, I think she still has a crush on him or something. “What are you doing here?”
Crystal just smiles at me. It’s saccharin sweet; a tell that she’s faking how she feels. I can’t stand her.
“Detective Vega will be here shortly. He stepped out to take a phone call.”
I don’t want her near me. “You don’t have to come closer. I’m good.” I try not to sound panicked.
Her laugh comes out forced. “Oh Maddie, you are such a drama queen. I’m not going to hurt you.” She pauses and pulls out a syringe. “Much.”
“You called my brother, didn’t you?”
Her easy smile turns malicious and she gets closer to my arm. Fuck, I can’t move. Why can’t I move dammit?
“Yes. He’ll be here soon.” That’s the tipping point of the panic mounting inside of me and I can’t control it. I yank on the restraints, and pain shoots through me but I don’t care.
“Crystal, let me go!” The idea of my brother here while I’m tied down makes me frantic to get up. To run.
“I have you restrained and sedated. You were talking nonsense. I couldn’t have you tarnishing my Donnie Bear.” She still looks completely smitten with my brother. God, how sick can someone be? I want to ask her, but she’s dangerously close to the IV. If she puts that needle in, there’s no telling what she may drug me with.
“If you are quiet, I don’t have to worry about you talking.” She starts to put the needle into the IV, and I jerk as hard as I can. The restraints bite into my arms, and I cry out. She slaps me with her free hand, and then puts the cap on the syringe to glare at me. “Fucking be still.”
“You are delusional and a fucking idiot. My brother is a psychopath who wanted to rape me!”
