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

Chapter 34

I'm done with all the controls I had to go through, and the doctors say I'm totally fine. Most of the doctors were men, and I felt nervous in their presence. I asked if all the men doctors could be replaced by women, which sounds very sexist but considering I've physically and mentally abused by more than four different men for thirty-four days, they understood me. Though I couldn't understand myself. It is awfully rude and far beyond my choice if the doctors are male or female. It'll probably take a little time until I get to act normal again.
     It took a little time for the female doctors to finish their work with their booked patients so it could be my turn, but I didn't mind. I took a nap in the mean time. I haven't had a goodnight sleep in a long time.
"Tris," Nora, the polite nurse I yelled at while I sobbed myself to death, says as she enters the room. She looks at papers and writes something on them as she turns the pages of the medical appointment book. "You have no genital infections, no broken bones or anything else that is more serious than bruises and cuts. You are free to leave the hospital whenever you want — but you must still come every a few months so we can make sure you're all right, and maybe have controls on your mental side other than just your physicality.
"Before you leave, you have to talk to a police officer and tell him everything the people did to you more specifically and some other questions you need to fill out so they'll know what kind of punishment the men that kept you should be given. The police officer will come just in a few minutes.
"When you're done with that, one of your friends can drive you home, if you'd like. If not, please inform me and I'll have someone from the hospital to ride you home. I'm guessing you were staying at your aunt Emilie's house, am I right?" She asks and I nod. "Good. I'll be at the front desk if you need me." She smiles and nods her head before she turns and leaves the room.
I don't know if I'm emotionally stable enough to talk about what happened to me in detail. I haven't talked about it with Christina either. The day she came in she didn't ask me anything about what happened in the last month. I'm glad she didn't. She just told me how hard they worked on finding me and how worried everyone was. Christina stayed for ten minutes or so, then Olivia came in. Her bruises had healed and her hair were longer than I've ever seen them. It went to her lower back. Blonde and combed. She had a guilty look on her face and she didn't speak much. She kept her distance and mostly stared at the ground.
    "Why would choose to see me?" She asked. "I'm the reason you got into all that mess. I thought you'd hate me . . ." She played with her feet.
     "It's not your fault," It's Tobias' I wanted to add, but I didn't. I managed to shut myself up. "Your life matters more than mine."
     The door opens and my eyes widen in shock when I see Tobias walking towards me. I just stare at him, barely breathing, wanting to scream, but managing not to. He sits to the chair next to my bed. While he walks I see him limping. His leg must be injured. He has a small notebook and a pen in his hands. I see his hands trembling and notice he's scared. What confuses me the most is his outfit. The same one I saw him in when they brought me to the hospital. A policemen uniform.
     "What are you doing here?" I ask coldly. He gulps.
     "I'm supposed to ask you for information. About what you've been through the last month . . ."
     "How are you a cop?"
     "Well, as I tried to help the police to find you, they— It's not me we're supposed to be talking about."
     "Why were you limping?"
     "I took a bullet," he answers shortly. "Why do you now hate me?" I take a deep breath, thinking wether I should ignore his question or not. Suddenly all the reasons that make me hate him disappear and I stay silent for a moment, then I speak up.
     "You were the most important person in my life," I start off, looking at him dead in the eyes. "And you lied to me. You ruined me . . . You're a monster." I can see the the hurts in his eyes. I wish I was softer. . . He turns his head away and sighs. I see him blink quickly before he turns to me again. His face is redder than it was two seconds ago. Not from embarrassment. He wants to cry.
      "So," he clears his throat, changing the subject. "What did they do to you?" I shake my head, closing my eyes so he won't see the tears stinging in them. I found it hard to share what awful and dirty things I've experienced to a person I just met and that I'll know I won't meet again. But Tobias? That's even worse. We've dated for almost three years. He knows me too well, and it's even harder to share everything with him.
       "Can I have someone else to interview me?" I ask, my voice breaking like glass.
       "I'm the only cop available . . ." he responds. I want to scream. I want to hit him, get him out of the room. I want to leave this place. Instead, I just start crying. The same thing I've been doing since I can remember. Crying for every damn thing. Pouring sadness out of me all the time instead of doing something about my problems. Crying and crying like a child. "Tris," he says quietly, wanting to hold my hand but I yank it away as I sob.
        "Don't touch me!" I yell at him and keep my hand away from him. He pulls his hand back. He stands up, panicking.
        "No, please don't cry. Calm down, please." He wants to pull me into his embrace but he knows if he approaches me I'll scream the voice out of me. "I-I don't know what to do—" I put my hand out, in a way to tell him to shut up and he does. I trey to keep my breathing steady so I'll stop crying. Tobias sits again. His whole body shakes, like a cat that's been sprayed with cold water by a hose. He slides the chair back a little, to give me my space.
        "Were you really —cheating on me?" I manage to ask between sobs. I wipe my tears quickly so I can read the expression on his face. Confusedness is all I see. No fear, or relief, or regret. Just confusedness.
        "What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows and cringing, like it's the craziest thing he's heard.
        "What did I ever do to you for you to hate me this much?" I gasp for breath. "I-I forgave you when I shouldn't have. I helped you when I should of left. I ruined my life for yours and you —you just—" I can't continue anymore. I'm crying out loud like a newborn. It takes only a few seconds until security and the nurses burst through the room, checking for injuries and dragging Tobias away. I glance at him once more before the door is closed, and everything inside me breaks. The tears sliding down his face and the look of sadness and pure confuse makes me cry louder.
He lied to you.

After the nurses realize I'm fine, all they do is try to calm me down, and I do after a while. They also brought me hot tea and told me I can go home whenever I feel like it.
They changed the cop ho was gonna be interviewing me, but said that it'll take a few days until one of them has a free schedule.
    I also think that Christina's supposed to stay with me until my parents come to pick me up. It'll be worse than what I've been through. Critics, fights, advises, life lessons. I'll never be left alone to do what I want anymore. If there is anything I want to do besides dying.