Delilah

D(3).

"Denise! Has he ever put his hands on you before?" She nodded but I felt like that was a total lie. Rick wasn't no small man and he didn't appear to me as a nice one. I took my sister's hand and kissed it. "We have to take you to the doctor and call the police on that bastard!"
Denise's sullen face lifted up and her scared eyes burned holes in mine. "No! We can't!"
"What do you mean? You not trying to go to the hospital to see if you're okay Denise?"
"Naw naw, not that. I'm not trying to call the police on my husband."
I let of my sister's hand and to be honest I could've smacked her myself if she wasn't all beat up. What the hell was she talking about she couldn't call the police on her husband? "When I take you to the hospital the doctors are liable if they don't ask questions and report the police. We can't just say you ran into a wall Denise!" I looked around because now I had gotten way too loud. I snatched Denise's hand and dragged her into my office where Dee was still meditating. I had forgotten all about her.
"Take a seat." I let go of my sister's hand and pointed to my big brown couch.
Dee turned around.
"Who's this? And why is she sooo... never mind."
"Dee this is my sister Denise." If you'd like I can make you another appointment for tomorrow when I have time to tend to you."
Dee quickly got up from the floor picked her phone and walked to my door. "Yeah just have Paige to let me know the time. I can come back later, you seem to have a lot on your plate."
"Thank you Dee." She shut the door before I could give her my friendly smile.