Immaculate

Sunday

Part 111

Sang's POV

I was incredibly sleepy still, but I was desperate for the toilet too. I could feel a warm body at my back and another at my front and I knew that Gabriel and Nathan were still asleep.

I fumbled out of bed, feeling a little bit dizzy still. The events of last night came rushing back to me, my thoughts whirling as I made use of the bathroom. To my dismay I realised that I had my period. I counted the days and realised that it was actually a little late. I knew what Dr Green had told me though, so it was ok. I had no real stomach ache though, maybe it was going to be an easier one. I could do with the break.

I washed up my hands and studied my face in the mirror, most of the red blotching had gone, like Dr Green said it would. My hand was almost faded too and there was no pain. I had got off lightly, I wondered how badly burnt Nathan's father was though.

I was fairly confident that all was ok with Uncle, North and Luke again and I was glad about that. But I also knew that Nathan was still blaming himself for what his father had done.

I realised it had been short sighted of me to go over there in the first place. I knew that his father was in the background and considering he'd been burgled recently, the chances he would try and make it back home were higher. I should have stayed here and none of this would have happened.

I stumbled back outside, my head was still spinning and I wanted to go back to sleep. I looked over at Marie's door, wondering if she was still out. I crept across and opened it quietly, the light from downstairs was enough to see by. Her bed was unmade and empty and I knew she hadn't come back last night. Worried, I closed the door and went back into my own bedroom. I climbed in between them, Gabriel was fast asleep still, but I could see Nathan had sat up a little, moving over to give me room.

You ok, peanut?" he mumbled still half asleep.

"Yes, honey, just needed the bathroom," I murmured and snuggled down beside him.

"Sang, I am so sorry," he mumbled, drawing me into his arms and kissing my hair.

"Nathan, it is not your fault. I was shortsighted to have gone over there in the first place."

"It's as much your place as mine," he muttered. "You shouldn't need to worry about where you're safe."

"None of us should," I whispered and pressed my face into his neck, my arm around his waist. "But with the families we've got, it's just the way it is. It's not our fault, it's their fault."

"He won't be back again," Nathan whispered. "Mr B called in a favour that will see him in rehab for almost six months, and from there he's going back to work."

"It's going to be ok," I murmured. I was trying to fight sleep, but my eyes were heavy, the tablet still in my system.

"I know what the Doc said, but Sang.... he didn't.... touch you... did he?" Nathan's voice broke and I heard the pain and despair easily. I forced myself to sit up and look down at him, his face was shadowed from the false light of dawn coming through the windows.

"Nathan, he didn't touch me like that. He was being horrible to you, he said it to deliberately hurt you."

"He banged you into the door and pulled your hair." He sat up until we were facing each other.

"You saw that?" I asked him and then realised that they would have watched on the cameras as they drove back here.

"We saw all of it, except what happened when you went around the back of your house and into mine again. He followed you, your blouse was torn...."