The Quiet Sister✔️

45. Reign of Pain

She showered, but it was very painful. She could not wash herself well, but she rinsed off most of the blood. It hurt so bad but pain she could handle.

By the time Victor came, she was dressed, sitting on the sofa, staring at dead man Drew. Victor used his key to enter and immediately saw everything.

"What the hell happened No?"

"He tried to assault me," she said, not looking up at her brother-in-law.

Victor rushed to her side, grabbed her up in a hug and she winced in pain. "Hell Nola, are you okay?"

"No," she said, then turned to look at him. "But he's worse."

Victor didn't even glance at the dead man on the floor, he focused on her.

"Did he...you okay? You got the motherfucker before he got you, right?"

She nodded, knowing how close it was to being an actual sexual assault. She understood what Kitty went through. Could not imagine what Tennille had gone through. Victor said nothing and looked around the scene at everything. Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys then gave them to her.

"Go get in the ride, I got this."

Victor pulled out his phone and as she walked out of the door she heard Victor say, "I have a situation. I need clean-up."

She was not going to ask Victor any questions, let him do whatever it was that he did. She knew he knew how to get rid of bodies. This was not the first one he had to do for the Kelly sisters.

She got into his car, still in a lot of pain, and sat and waited. Victor stayed in the house a moment, and then he came out soon as two dark vans pulled up. He nodded to the driver of one and then got into his car.

No words were said as they drove to his house. He helped her inside the house. She figured her nieces were asleep, and Sarena was out on the road with Ginger. He took her to the spare bedroom and she sat on the bed and shivered a bit.

"Stay in bed and get some sleep."

"I fucked up Victor."

"Lay in the bed. Sleep!"

She tried to lie down but she was a mess. "Victor-"

Victor walked out of the room and she sat there, contemplating everything, wanting to black it out. Victor came back in with a first aid kit and a bottle of water.

"Here, drink this."

She opened it and sipped a bit.

"Drink some more." He handed her two pills to take, she took them and swallowed them.

She obeyed what he said, and drank some more. He took off her shoes and looked at her feet. He cleaned them off and put ointment on her cuts and bandaged them, then wrapped them both in gauze.

He looked over her hands. There were only a few abrasions on them, but he cleaned them off and put ointment on them. He did not bandage them.

"Where else?" he asked.

She took off her shirt, not ashamed she wore no bra, then turned to show him the cuts all over her back.

"Lay down."

Victor picked glass pieces from her back, cleaned each cut, and bandaged as much as he could. She finally felt a bit of relief. The way Victor took care of her, fixing up her wounds, taking care of her like he had done her whole life. She was safe now.

"You always have been there for me Victor."

"Always will be."

The pain began to subside and she felt a lot better. She sat up on the bed and looked over at Victor. Without even thinking, she leaned in to kiss him, right on the lips. Then she kept kissing him...and not a peck on the lips, she kissed him.