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Me being far more knowledgeable of the world than Elle, her endearing stories told me she was born in captivity, lived in one little room for over a decade, and was raised by a twelve-year-old kidnapped child.
Jesus H Christ.
And those were sounding like some of the best years of her whole life.
That night, we lay there staring at each other.
I finally gathered enough courage to ask, “Your nightmare… Was it about your scars?”
I didn’t realize there was such a thing as numb-sadness, but it was her reaction when answering, “It was Lorenzo who gave me the scars.”
Elle hadn’t mentioned Mammy having scars, so I had assumed it was Lorenzo, but Elle’s response hadn’t truly answered my question.
Deciding not to push, I spoke more truth. “I wish I could’ve been there to protect you.”
She was so quiet when saying, “Me too.” Another few moments passed before she finally admitted, “He likes his girls to scream.”
I awoke on the floor the next morning to whispering. My eyes opened to see I was now facing away from the closet. Elle was squatting at an open window, quietly saying to Vice, “Yeah, he doesn’t need to be sitting in the truck.”
The dresser was still in front of the door, so Elle had gotten creative and found a way to communicate. It was no surprise she didn’t choose her cell phone. According to our conversation last night, some of her best memories were spent at a window.
My best friend looked comical, squatting outside, triple her size. Nodding, he said, “A couple days won’t hurt. No sign of anyone knowing we’re here.”
I guess Vice also liked the idea since I had started bleeding again last night.
She put her palm to the screen between them. “Thank you.”
Smiling like a chump, he pressed his hand to hers. “Hell of a girl, Precious.”
As he stood and walked away, Elle did the same, but stopped when she noticed me. “Good morning, VP.”
I teased, “Sounds like you’re the one in charge.”
Coming to me, she giggled. “Does this mean there will be no arguments from you when I tell you to get in bed and not move?”
“Depends. There a toothbrush and a kiss involved?”
Cutely, she tapped her chin. “Hmm. I think I could arrange that. For the kiss, which of the club girls have you noticed?”
I chuckled, instantly regretting it because it caused me pain. “There are girls here?”
She bent down to me. “Perfect answer, as always.” She helped me sit up. “You’re still pale. I researched on my phone and have a certain menu planned out for you.”
Letting her help me up from the floor, I groaned in pain. “Please, tell me you’re not talking of spinach.”
She got under my arm to support me while we hobbled to the bathroom. “You’re not going to be a baby about this, are you?”
“Fine. But we’re at two kisses now.”
“And you are to let the nurse see you.”
“Three kisses.”
The RN was super chill and sweet to my Elle, so I liked her. There was spinach on the menu, but me eating it made Elle so happy I swallowed that shit down. And I slept, making Pops very happy. Elle kept me drugged up and hydrated, so I slept and slept, waking to her either in bed with me working her colored pencils on blank sheets of paper or her out and about with her biker ‘buddies’. They never took her off the premises, of course, because they didn’t want me to shoot them.
She even helped them replace the door and frame that my Enforcer had annihilated.
She and Sweets did laundry, Elle making sure to clean every item of the Stallions. Sweets was so kind and got Elle some extra clothes to wear. She denied pajamas though. Elle only wanted my shirts to sleep in.
