She laughs and my anger simmers right at the surface, ready to come out and play.
“This storyline is getting old, Maddie. You tried saying a group of guys raped you but we both know the truth, don’t we dear?” She raises the syringe but doesn’t put it into the IV. Liquid spurts from the tip, and she looks down with a condescending eyebrow arched toward me.
I spit at her. It doesn’t land on her face like I had hoped but the front of her scrub top has my spittle on it.
“You are a dirty, filthy, disgusting, dick-chasing slut who wants attention. When someone says no, you act out and try to make it look likeyouare the victim.”
I strain against the restraints when the door opens. My nerves and muscles freeze until I see it is Drew.
“Drew!” The fucking bitch acts all sweet and innocent as she puts the lid back on the syringe and puts it into her pocket.
He looks murderous. “I heard you, Crystal.” Her fake ass smile drops from her ugly face and her true hateful look returns.
“So?” She tries to act cool but I can see the nervous twitch of her pulse in her throat. It’s just like when I’m toying with my victims. They try to be calm but it never fails, they always give me a sign they are terrified.
Drew doesn’t talk. No, he walks over to her and yanks her arm. “It’s time for you to get the fuck out. And if you come back in here, I’ll have you fired for badgering a patient and gross misconduct.”
She huffs, but leaves. I’m glad Drew came when he did. I can’t imagine what she might have done if he didn’t show up. He locks the door to my room and comes back over to me. He sits down on the bed and pushes my hair out of my face. “I’m so glad you’re awake, love.”
Love? He’s not said that before. I smile up at him, ecstatic that he may actually mean he loves me. Before I can ask if he means it, he’s already talking again.
“I’m sorry sweet angel. I had to make sure Knave was released. I won’t leave your side again unless it’s police related.” He gets up so he can pull the restraints off my arms and legs. Then the neck brace comes off. I can breathe a little easier now.
He sits back down and pulls me up into a hug. I feel safe in his arms. It’s as if he’s my solace. My safe haven. “First, please tell me you heard her say she was trying to keep me sedated?” Drew takes a deep breath and pulls away from me long enough to nod and whisper.
“Yeah, I heard sweet girl. I’ll take care of it.”
I don’t tell him that with me being untied, I’ll kill the slut if she comes back in here. “And second, why was Knave locked up?” Confusion muddles my brain. I remember a lot of the things that happened but what did Knave do?
“Angel, Knave stabbed your father fifteen times when he saw what was happening to you.”
I gasp and glee washes through me. “Did …” I almost give away how ecstatic I am about this so I stop talking until I can control the smile in my voice. “Did he kill him?” Please say yes. That will be one less name on my list.
“Almost. He’s in intensive care.”
Fuck. That’s not what I wanted to hear. Doesn’t matter though because as soon as I can, I’m going to kill him. He will feel my blade end his life. “Ok.” I say, trying to remain calm.
“When can I get out of here?”
Drew kisses my forehead. “Now that you are awake, you can be seen by the attending physician, and they will make their decision on how soon you get to leave.”
“Did Donnie…” I pause, gulping down the dread of the answer. I don’t really want to know if they succeeded in raping me, but I need to know.
Drew shakes his head emphatically, interrupting me. “No my sweet angel. They didn’t get the chance. Knave and I stopped them before anything could happen.”
A small morsel of relief hits me and I smile. “Good. Thank you so much,” I whisper into Drew’s neck as he holds me to him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”
I pull back from him with a scowl on my face. “Don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault. You and Knave kept me from any real harm. It’s all good Drew.”
“But you’re mine to protect. I let you down.”
Drew looks remorseful. “How can you really believe that? You freaking saved me. You came for me, Drew.”
His left hand moves from my back and brushes through my hair. He grips a fist full and forces me to be still. “What was that?”
I give him a flirty smile. Even through his remorse and me not being a hundred percent, I can tell he’s in a playful mood. Thank God. I need him to heal my heart. To take my mind off what my family almost did to me. “Drew.”
