Never leave me

Chapter Thirty-Two ~Leaving~

The doctor escorted Dan out of my room and down the hallway to what I assumed was his hospital room. Soon after my doctor came in holding his clipboard that was decorated in many different stickers with flags from many different countries. It was pretty interesting and cool to look at. The stickers made me think of all of places I've been to in the past years. I had to travel a lot for my work, they were always coming up with new locations for headquarters. So i relocate a lot.

I tend to leave the city or town I'm living in at the worst times. Right when I'm beginning to fit in or when I'm actually having fun. That was part of the reason, Brian hurt me. He didn't want me to leave, he wouldn't allow me to. I told him I had to, that London had better opportunities for me. He didn't take that lightly, he took it more as an insult, that I didn't have anything with him and would rather anything else.

That wasn't true at the time, I loved Brian. He was a sweet guy, nice, friendly. Everyone loved him, he was fun to be around. Oh, and he was unbelievably handsome, with his blonde up-do hair, memorizing blue eyes, and the most amazing smile. But that quickly changed whenever anger and frustration overtook him. I feared him whenever he got that way, he never let anyone else see him like that, except for me. I was the only one he let see him like that, because I was the one he took the anger out on.

I still remember the first time he hit me, I mean how could I forget. It was late Summer, and I told him I was going to go to California with my friends. He had apparently secretly planned for us to take a private trip into the mountains that weekend and was very upset. Upset to the point, where things got pretty violent, we were screaming, yelling in each other's faces, and he couldn't handle it, he hit breaking point, he hit me.

He apologized many times, and I accepted it. The many other times he abused me, he apologized and I accepted it again, and again, and again. I was afraid, I wasn't strong enough to stand up to him, and he knew that. He took advantage of that, he knew that I would accept, and in his mind he thought that made it ok.

I couldn't even break up with him, my friends had to. They were much stronger than me, especially Victoria. I remember her yelling at Brian telling him that he didn't deserve me, and to get the hell out of here. And he did, he left. I never saw him since, I didn't want to see him. It's crazy to think how, a man you use to love could become a man you feared the most. I feared that if he found me, that if he got me he would kill me. And I didn't doubt that he wouldn't. Before all the things he did to me, before the abuse, I would have said that Brian could have never been capable of murder, but after I saw his true self, I knew that it was possible, he was defiantly capable.

My doctor looked up from his clipboard, looking me straight in the face. "Hi, Caitlin. I'm your Doctor, Doctor Franco, but I like to be called Cole." He chucked as he said the last sentence.

He was young, very cute. With brown chestnut hair, and green eyes.

"Hi, Cole." I replied smiling.

"Well, you've gotten a lot better. Your test have all come back negative, there's nothing wrong with you. We can't quite think of what happened. Do you mind telling me all you remembered that had happened?"

I told him all I had remember from that night, how Joe and Caspar invited me into their flat, how Bridget had helped me, and how I had seen the blade and just fell. He nodded, writing stuff down onto his price of paper as I spoke.

"Well, it seems like you just had a panic attack, nothing more, nothing less. According to the tests and all." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "I'll have a nurse un-hook you from all the machines and your free to go at any time."

"Thanks, so much."

"My pleasure." He said smiling at me as he left the room.

I could finally leave, could finally get out of this place which had been hell, but also paradise.