Page 50 of Liberating Lily

He’d taken her from that house. He’d helped her, taken care of her, and he said he was going to get answers for her.

At the same time, he was keeping her here. She knew if she wanted to go, he wouldn’t allow her to.

That he meant it when he said she was his.

So shouldn’t she see him as the villain? Shouldn’t she want to get away?

Maybe. But she wanted answers more.

And she admitted that part of her that was scared to be on her own.

But she shouldn’t let fear stop her from going for what she wanted.

Only problem was . . . she didn’t know for sure what she wanted.

Don’t you?

What about the rush of emotion you get when you see him?

The feeling of coming home that washes over you when he holds you? The feeling that you’re meant to be his.

However, Lily didn’t really trust her emotions anymore. She didn’t know what was real.

So much of her life had turned upside down, she might just be latching onto the one thing in her life that seemed steady and constant.

She shouldn’t feel that way. He’d kidnapped her.

What did they call that? Stockholm Syndrome?

Yeah. Maybe she had that.

Or maybe you just want him, and you’re too scared to admit that to yourself.

Perhaps, but now wasn’t the time for deciding that she wanted to be with someone. She didn’t have her life together in any sense. What she needed to do was focus on getting things back on track, on getting healthy, and on figuring out what had happened to her.

And why.

At least she’d woken up feeling strong enough to get out of bed and shower.

Something she desperately needed.

Lily was over being an invalid, and she was over just being a pawn in her life. Someone that everybody got to manipulate and move around on the board how they wanted.

It was time to start making a few moves herself.

But she couldn’t do this on her own. She needed Harvey. Lily didn’t want to use him, however he was the only one who had gotten involved.

Walking into the kitchen, she was surprised to find it empty. Whenever she needed something, he always seemed to be there.

Hunger made her stomach rumble, and she moved to the fridge, searching through it. It was unusual for her to feel hungry.

She’d taken a good look at herself in the mirror this morning, and she’d definitely lost more weight than she could afford to. So she needed to concentrate on building up her strength. These last few days, she’d vomited up most of what she put into her stomach.

As she closed the fridge door and turned, Harvey walked into the room. She jumped and let out a small squeal, dropping the block of cheese she held in her hand.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.” She picked up the cheese. “It’s all right. It’s still wrapped up and none of it touched the floor.”

“Hey, don’t stress. It’s my fault for scaring you like that. I should have made some noise.” Harvey walked into the kitchen and took the cheese from her, placing it on the counter.