Destiny ~ Book Two Of The "Meant to Be" Series

Chapter 33

My eyes flutter open as I tug the sheets of the hospital bed in fear. It's hard to see at fist. I got used to the darkness, now the slightest light hurts my eyes. My hands instantly cover my face, to stop the possibility of going blind. I hear the heart monitor next to me, which scares me even more. I pant in fear as I take my hands off my face and force myself to deal with the over adjusted light and try to sit up, but as I attempt, my whole body burns, so I choose not to move. I take a look at my hands. My fingertips I move head around to be more sure of my surroundings. There's a nurse in the same room with me. She sits silently on a desk on the edge of the room. Her back is facing me and I think she's reading. She doesn't notice I woke up until I speak up.
"Hey," I croak and she faces me. She has dark skin, and her hair is long and wavy, a dark color of brown that goes to her lower back. She looks young. In her mid-twenties, maybe. She's really pretty and seems kind, judging by the heart warming smile on her face.
"Good morning, Beatrice," she closes her book and stands up slowly walking my way. "How are you feeling?" She asks, approaching me and lifting the upper half of my bed, so I can sit up.
"Dead," I answer shortly. "I think I'm gonna vomit — I am gonna vomit," I say and her smile disappears. She hands me a metallic bucket which was under the bed, and I puke. She pats my back lightly, and when I finish, she takes the bucket and gives me a napkin. She slides the chair she was sitting on next to the bed, and hesitantly asks.
     "How old are you, Beatrice? If I may ask,"
     "I turned eighteen while I was being kept in . . . in — em . . . Where was I being kept?" I ask.
     "In the three floor underground basement of Derek Lee's house," she answers and nods her head slightly.
     "Who is Derek Lee?" I ask confused. "How long was I in there? Was Eric caught?" Questions fill my head as I want to blurt out every one of them.
      "You'll get everything explained later. All we did while you were passed out was clean you up and bandage some more serious injuries from what seems like beatings you got while being kept in that basement for thirty-four days. You were gone for a few hours, so without having you present over some of the body controls we'd have to do, and other information of what exactly happened, we couldn't do anything more." She says calmly, trying not to freak me out more. "We made a few calls to your parents, and they informed us that they're in Dubai for vacation, but there is no flight or possible way they could make it here before a few weeks. But they told us to make an acceptation and let your boyfriend visit you while you're here instead. Tobias Eat—"
"No. I don't wanna see him." I shake my head as my eyes sting with tears.
I'm naïve. He's been lying to you. He hates you. He's cheating on you.
"Why is that, Beatrice? By what your mother told me you two've been through a lot together. It'd calm you down if you met him at least once." She says calmly, placing her hand on my lap. I shake my leg slightly so she could take it off, and she does.
"I. Don't. Want. To see. Him." I say louder. My lower lip trembles (and so does my whole body, honestly) and the tears in my eyes almost drop down my cheeks. "I hate him." There's silence for a few seconds. She's thinking of something.
"Would you like to replace Tobias Eaton with someone else? You'd be much calmer to have someone you know and love by your side. Everything would be easier." She suggests.
I stop and think for a while, being filled with hatred and sadness as I go through everybody I know. "How about my dead best friend that died in a fire I accidentally caused? Or my other best friends that bullied me and caused me to almost commit suicide? What about my shitty family that doesn't care about me and haven't called me for weeks?! Or Tobias fucking Eaton that cheated on me while I put my life in danger for his sister?! The one that almost got me killed?! The one who called himself my boyfriend when he didn't care?!" At first I started as calm as I could, but by the end I'm screaming and crying my head off. "Every one I love or care about is either dead or doesn't give two shits about me! It wouldn't affect anyone if I died anyways!" I shout as my face is drowned in my own tears.
The nurse didn't expect that at all. She was probably waiting for a normal answer, which is how I'd replied with id I hadn't been tortured and traumatized my whole life.
     "You need someone to visit you, Beatrice—"
     "Don't call me that! My name's Tris." It always bugs me when people call me by my real name. It doesn't fit me well.
     "Okay then, Tris. If you don't pick a person to come visit you as often as they can, you might be very depressed and slow going. You haven't spoken with any of your friends for a while. It'd be much better for your health. Trust me."
   I let this sink in a d I start thinking. Since Tobias is scratched off the list, who would be the person I'd like to see every day, and talk to. I don't know many people, only our "gang" as we used to call it, and no one else . . . Actually no. I do have friends. Friends that actually cared while I was suicidal. Amelia, Adam, Alice! I haven't talked to them in a while, and I would be quite a problem to reach them. We didn't talk much before I left anyways. I'm not sure if they even remember me, but I'll always consider them as my friends, because they believed me when no one did.
     "Can I choose two people?" I ask after a few minutes of thinking and crying.
     "Two?" She raises her eyebrows. "By what you stated earlier I wasn't even expecting an answer . . . I'm not quite sure if you're allowed to choose more than just one person." She states.
     "Please. They're the only people I trust," I cry and she nods, sliding her chair back to the desk and getting some papers.
      "What are the names of the people we allow to consider as your family?" She asks me as she scratches something off the list (I'm guessing Tobias' name).
       "Christina Martin," I wait until she's written the name, then add: "Olivia Eaton". There's a confused look on her face as she realizes Tobias and Olivia have the same surname.
       "Eaton? Are you sure?" She asks before writing it down and I nod. After she's done she stands up. "So, Tris. For now, would you be emotionally able to inform a few police officers about what you've been through, and what the men did to you more specifically? Or would you like me to call Christina and Olivia by, so you could calm down for a bit, relax and talk it out with your friends?"
       "I want to see Christina and Olivia, please." I really want something to keep me distracted of what has happened to me the past month. I want something to make me feel normal again. To pretend nothing ever happened and just have a relaxing time with the people I'm most desperate to be with right now. "I can give you Christina's phone number. I know it by memory. As for Olivia, you can—"
       "They're all waiting in the waiting room, Tris. Some of them stayed for the night." She says. There's a slight silence at first, and I don't know why the fact that my friends've been here makes me want to cry even more. I try to keep my breathing in control, and nod. "They'll be here in a minute. But I must inform you; you have lots of other body controls to go through to make sure you're completely fine. We need you to tell us everything and every single detail of what happened back there. We need to make sure you're perfectly healthy, Tris. I'll be back in an hour or so. We need to get work done." She walks towards the door and gives me a slight nod and then walks out. Considering on how I behaved, she was perfectly calm. She kept that smile on her face all the time.
     I wonder what the police will ask me. What body controls I'll have to do . . . By the way I've been touched this past month I don't think I'll ever feel safe in the hands of anyone anymore. I don't think I'll even trust anyone on shaking my hand when we meet. Or even a hug might make me uncomfortable and go mad again.
    I cannot control my emotions or my actions anymore. It's like I have no filter. What I've become scares me.

A/N
  I know this was a long, shitty, un-interesting chapter but I need a fill in chapter and something a bit more calm cuz' let me tell you: The next few chapters are gonna be insanely dramatic.
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