Page 13 of Liberating Lily

It had been the perfect opportunity to take Lily.

What fucking medication had she been on anyway? And who had prescribed it for her? And what did she mean she’d hurt him if she didn’t take her pills? At the moment the only person that she was hurting was herself.

He didn’t like that she was bleeding, and that she wouldn’t let him touch her, help her.

He had to change that.

Because Harvey should be the person that she always came to when she needed help. No one else. He wanted to be the center of her universe, the person she turned to for help, for comfort, for protection.

Harvey was determined to be her everything.

And he always got what he wanted. Even though this time, he’d had to be patient and wait for the right moment.

He had no intention of letting her go back on those pills, not unless it was something that his doctor okayed for her health. However, he had a feeling there was nothing wrong with her.

He needed to get his hands on those pills.

First things first, though.

He had to get Lily inside and doctor her hands. As well as keep her calm until he could get Michaela here to check her over.

“Lily, we’re going inside now. I’ll get you settled in and clean your hands, okay?”

“My pills,” she repeated.

There was a strange look on her face, almost as if she wasn’t quite with him. And he didn’t want her drifting away again.

So he took a risk and grasped her chin, holding it firmly as he peered down into her face. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he also needed to make her look at him.

“Lily, listen to me. We’re going to sort out your pills, okay? But first, we’re going inside so I can clean up your hands. I don’t want them getting infected.”

He dropped hold of her chin, not wanting to push her too much, too fast.

Her gaze dropped to her hands. “Okay.”

Harvey could hear the confusion and fear in her voice.

It was time for action.

Any delay was just going to hurt her.

And that was completely unacceptable.

3

Lily was in a daze as she followed Harvey into the cabin.

It was actually larger than it looked from the outside. The ceiling was high and peaked and the wall across from them was basically all glass, offering an amazing view of the forest beyond.

The outdoors had always seemed dirty and strange. Almost scary.

Her mother would always scold them if they came into the house with any sort of dirt on their clothes. So Lily had learned early on just to avoid it altogether.

So does that mean that I don’t actually like being outdoors or that I avoided it so Mother didn’t get angry at me?

Lily didn’t like this. She didn’t like thinking this way.

She was a city girl. She didn’t like dirt. And she needed her pills.