I lean upwards towards his ear breathing softly. "you're mean." I murmur as I swallow a whine he clearly heard. His devilish smirk appears "No" he shakes his head "This is mean" he pinches my nipple in the hand that's covering my nipples I whimper...
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I stayed in the hospital for more weeks of having my ass wiped by nurses and the healing process began.
I got still my stitches done and I walking around with an arm brace. I just got my foot cast off. but it's replaced with a new one since my knee is now broken along with my leg.
Relief washes over me knowing I wasn't raped but I still have no memory of what happened.
Don't get me started on the stitches and swollen eye that looks like a broken grape. It's been a while and apparently it looked worse according to Dr Harris. I see myself in the mirror red and purple bruises cover my body still healing my eye is all swollen til a point it looks shut. My lips are split. I look horrible.
Won't you fucking heal already.
I avoid as many people as I can in a wheelchair as Floyd takes me back to my room. Not my normal bedroom.
"He told me to take you here." "Why" I ask I sit helpless in a freshly new condo in some part of New York. I think. "Why" I ask it was strange talking to Floyd he's never been so vocal but he always does what he's told.
"You know why" he says shaking his head as he Carrie's in bottles of water the floors marble everything is clean nearly perfect empty too much rent for it to be this nice especially in New York. "evidently if I did I wouldn't be asking you of all people." I reply. He pulls in my clothes from my old room acting as if my dresser ways Aton.
"So he's done with me?" I whisper my voice sounding broken "to think all it took was for you to break every bone in your body for that." I didn't break every bone.
I didn't think being unwanted would hurt this much.
But fuck.I feel like a homeless animal. It's almost 4 in the afternoon I need my meds I say he reaches in the hospital bag the stuff I arrived in and bled all over clean. My stripper outfit I look at that getting horrible flashes of waking up and moaning in straight pain.
I look down I wish I broke my neck and died every good dream I ever had was a reminder of what I don't. Or flashbacks of me trying to off myself but if I go back there no kind therapist waiting for me it's just me and I proven to myself plenty of times I'm not strong enough to save myself.
"So what I stay here live like a freeloader?" I say "oh and your fired." He says I shift wincing my ribs hurt so fucking bad. "yeah well I don't think I can climb anything anyways." He hands me water opening it. I down the pill and the water.
Feeling hives on my body.
"I just wanna sleep in a bed that doesn't smell like chemicals."
He walks over to me big muscles and all he lifts me up I start whimpering as my body burns in pain he puts me in bed. My old bed. My old covers. It's relief there here it's almost conforming though I only felt safe when I was with Colten for the most part or when he was inside me.
