What Should Have Been From The Beginning

Saviour

MEREDITH'S POV

I had no idea how much time had passed. I had no recollection of what had happened. All after the moment I blacked out. I didn't feel any pain or sadness. I had no emotion but I knew that shock had overrode every feeling and thought in my body up until that moment, because I quickly snapped our a state of terror when I heard knocking on the room door. It was subtle and barely there but after hoping anything would get me out of this situation, I paid attention to close details. 

'Hey! Come in!' I screamed at the top of my lungs from the bed. I had dropped my hands ,because stupidly for him but thankfully for me, he hadn't restricted my hands, and ripped the piece of tape from my mouth finally allowing air. This predator still was stood over me and now that I had shouted, I felt so much fear that the trigger was going to be pulled and that it was all going to be over. Instead his hand dropped the gun. One of his hands flew straight to my mouth and once more the oxygen was unable to get to me and his other hand had wide spread fingers. I immediately felt throbbing and burning across my cheek, as he slapped me and left a visible hand print. I gasped at the action but soon enough the door swung open and in walked two policemen holing their guns up and shouting and screaming at him. His hand quickly removed itself from my face and both went straight up in the air, surrendering himself. I dug my heels into the bed covers, pushed myself to the back of the bed and laid up against the headboard. My legs fell flat on the bed and my chest moved up and down, erratically. How the police had been informed, I did not know but however they had, I was forever grateful. He was detained right in front of me and still with a mask covering everything but his eyes and mouth, he looked directly into my soul and chills we instantly shot right down each bone in my skeleton. I had no memory of ever seeing them. No image of who it may be. Still no idea why an intern taking an exam would end up being held at gunpoint in a hotel room. There were a million questions I had but none of them were priority. Knowing in a sane state ,that they didn't have any clue where he was or how long he was going to be but now unaware from not thinking straight, I started questioning and interrogating the officers. Asking them, where Derek was, when was he going to be here, why wasn't he here now? They weren't to know who he was but that didn't click in my mind because it was overrun with shock and emotion. The instigator was guided out of the room, and as soon as he was, I knew I needed to get out of that room. I scurried to the bathroom as quickly as I could, pushed the door two, fell into the shower, gathered my legs into my chest and held myself, trying to independently comfort myself until someone else could. Until Derek could. 

Tears erupted from me eyes, streaming freely down my cheeks. I had my eyes only focused ahead to the white tile wall and the whole time, I hauntingly relived the entire experience. The first moment he touched my skin, which had now left bruises on my arms from how tight he grabbed me. The first time I saw his eyes and the moment he pulled the gun out. I relived the feeling of holding the child, not knowing if it was even real, in my arms just because an instinct of protecting someone came to mind and the fact that I needed someone I loved close to me.

I heard subtle chatter outside of the room yet I didn't move to see who or what it was about. Nobody came in to find me or see if I was safe. I had never felt so alone in my entire life. Not even when I knew Derek was marrying another woman. Not even when I had nobody there for me in Florida. When I needed that significant person the most, he wasn't there to keep me safe. I eventually slowly fell back into a transfix of dissipation that was until I felt a warm yet somehow cold soul, in my presence.

From the corner of my eye, I knew those hands from anywhere. I knew he was here, finally. I knew he was there to protect me but something unwelcomed him. I automatically flinched as he came closer to me even though, deep down, I wanted him as close as possible. A reflex told me to back aware from anyone who came so near which killed me the most. The thought of him hurting now because his fiancé was too afraid to be touched by him. That's what tore my soul away. He had sat down in front of me, clearly so sympathetic and respectful yet still I couldn't even look at him directly. After a short while, the amount of love I had for that man overwhelmed me and right went I felt comfortable being touched again, did I feel his warm hands slide across my skin. One of his hand slid under my knees and his other around my back to secure me in safety. Our skin touched and I spontaneously relaxed in his touch. My body instantly became limp and weak in his warmth. I rested my head on his shoulder blade, exhausted, and the next thing I knew we in a different setting and his nose was touching the top of my head. I was warm and comfortable. There was a blanket across me and his arm was  holding me close to him. My man that was cuddled around me and the man that I adored, was my saviour and for the first time, in what seemed like years, I reassured him that I felt safe with him. I let out a small whimper and felt a flutter in my stomach. I took it as a sign of family and freedom, which I never would have thought I would have.