PS Series

Motherhood Part 4

*4* work in progress

"Chloe let's go," Victor said with a stern voice."

"Victor, don't you think it'd be better if she stayed here for the night, with all the current things going on. Aren't you leaving tonight anyhow?" Rick is firm.

"Ah yes, that is true. I'll have someone drop off her suitcase." He answered.

"We can get her stuff." Leone said.

"Yeah. sure, that means I don't have to waste time getting to the airport." Victor stated. "Chloe come with me to the door.''

"Yes, master," I replied, scared and nervously. I followed him to the door.

"While I'm gone, I hope you understand who you belong to. I won't tolerate anything. You know where you belong." he whispered into Chloe's ear. "I will know if you have been unfaithful to my son."

He grabbed my broken wrist and squeezed tightly. I winced from the pain. "Anyways have fun sweetheart"

"Bye.." I waved weakly. She went back over to the others as he left. her wrist was bleeding again. Dyson looked at it. He grabbed my hand carefully. Rick went to the bar and picked up some new bandages. They fixed up my wrist. They felt it was best that I went to Dyson's place for the night. Dyson and Chloe got to his apartment.

They did just that, they went and got my belongings from the house and drove it over to Dysons. Dyson and I were finally alone after a couple of hours of running around. We sat on the couch. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. The tears poured down my broken face. Weak and hurting, I held my face. Dyson sat beside me and leaned in for a hug, he touched me. I scream from pain.

"I can't go back there, I can't take this anymore." I cried.

"Please don't make me go back there again." I sobbed even harder.

"No never, why would I force you to go back there Chloe," Dyson said, confused. "How about you take a bath and then afterward we'll get you some rest."

I nodded.

We went to the bathroom, and he followed me closely. I started to undress, it hurt so much. He followed her to the bathroom and looked at her with absolute awe in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. With Dread in his heart, he helped her with her clothes. She was having difficulty lifting her shirt off of her because her sides hurt so much from the pain of the broken rib. She went a couple of times taking off her clothes. Dyson ran his hand up her back and side. Dyson wished there was something he could do to help her but there are literally no words to describe how he felt.

 I can't believe he let this go on for such a long time. The water in the bath is warmer in her skin and feels the comfort of the water beneath her and surrounding her like a warm fuzzy blanket telling me it was okay to finally be yourself. Dyson sat in the side of the tub with me seeing all the bruises and the red marks left by Vincent. The anger swelled up in his throat, unable to deal with the fact that he allowed this to happen for such a long time I had to leave. He told me that he'd be just a bit but I knew what he meant. 

I just lay in the bathtub crying. I was going through so much emotional pain there are no words to explain the agony that I was going through. I only wish that he would come back and hold me even though I was so broken and brittle it hurt to touch anything.

About an hour passed by when he had come back. I laid on the couch waiting for him the whole time after I'd gone out of the bathtub. He walked in with some takeout and he sat down beside me.

" I hope you're hungry," he told me. " I bought us some Chinese that didn't know what else to buy."

"Chinese is good. I like Chinese. Listen, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me, especially after everything that's happened. I just hope that I can do something in favor in return for everything you've done." I said to Dyson with a caring tone.