My Hero Day and Knight

Abusive Past

*a week passes**

It's been one week since Mick brought me here after I was kidnapped. My body is slowly healing day by day. Mick has never left my side and it's been a week since my sister Beth has returned back to the hospital.

"You think I should call her?"

I looked at Mick questioningly.

"I don't know, to be honest."

"I mean I don't want to bring her here and bring up the emotions you two have towards each other."

"It's fine."

"You're lying."

"It's nothing."

"Nothing my ass!"

I said outraged.

"Every time she comes into the room, you disappear beyond the corner and never to be seen again until she leaves. When you come back, you have these looks on your face like you've been shot in the chest. I don't want to do anything like that if it's going to hurt you."

Mick turned and looked at me with this look I couldn't describe. He put his head down, brushed his hands over his face, took a deep breath and looked at me again.

I looked at him with a comforting expression.

"If there's anything bothering you, tell me. I want to help you with whatever it is."

"It's going to take a while for me. It hurts so much to see her again and it feels like my heart has been ripped out of my chest a second time, or a third."

I just stared at him, feeling his pain. I put my hand on his and smiled at him.

"I know you can't let her go and I've been in the same position as you. My ex-boyfriend done the same thing. But he was abusive. He'd always hit on me just out of pure rage. And this was before I became a PI and a cop. It was two or three years after I graduated high school and I was getting stuff ready for college. Normal stuff like that."

I paused a beat. Then I started remembering my parents. Before I couldn't. It was like my memory was wiped clean.

"My mother was sick with cancer and my dad had died in the army. I worked as much as I could to save money back so I can help my mom with her treatments, but she refused to take any. She said that she would rather die quickly of cancer then to be sick all the time and stuck in a hospital room. So, she made a bucket list. And we started her bucket list that day. I came home, Ethan, my ex, got mad because I was gone with my mom. I tried to explain to him that she had cancer and that she wanted me to spend time with her as much as possible before she died because she didn't have long to live and he said it was just an excuse to sneak around and cheat on him with another guy. I loved him to a certain extent until he got too aggressive and angry all the time. I don't know where he got the idea that I would cheat on him. I'm not the cheating type. I never was and never will be. I don't believe in something like that. He never believed me. That's when he started hitting on me. First, it was places like my back and my biceps, places like that where no one could see. Then, it became worse where he didn't care where he hit me. And he didn't care if people saw it. I was too afraid to call the cops thinking that after he got out of jail he would hunt me down and kill me. But I never said a word to anyone. I would come into work with bruises and scratches on my face, my neck and arms. He said if I tried to leave him and tell anyone what he was doing, he would kill me. So I stayed with him. I tried to fight back, but every time I did, he would throw me into tables, into chairs, sling me up against the wall, throw me down stairs. He broke a few of my ribs and broke my arm. Every time I would go to the ER I would have to make excuses to where I couldn't anymore. They were always I'd fallen down some stairs, or I had a biking accident, or I fell off a horse. Minimal stuff like that. But then the doctors caught on. So I quit going to the ER and just dealt with the pain until it all healed. It never healed quickly. But I never told anyone that Ethan would hit me. There came a day when I wanted to leave him. Leave him for the right reason."