The Handsome Helper

Chapter 1

"Take a seat" I put the blue pen down on the little wooden ledge and took my form to a seat. The waiting room wasn't too full so I took a seat on an empty row nearest the window.

There's something about watching headlights speed past in the dark when it's raining. It makes me excited about winter and how soon, the rain will become frozen and white. Winter means a lot of layers, and layers are what I need. I can't care for summer and sticky heat. Winter is my favourite; it gets dark early, snow, layers and most importantly Christmas. But of course my Christmas is different from yours, mine is present less (except the odd cheeky exchange that might take place in our rooms and our 'presents' to Le patron).

"Miss Hale to room 5" my name filled the quiet room and I got up. I felt eyes on me and I looked at the 3 people staring at me, I didn't blame them, I'm not a pretty sight without the bruises never mind with them.

"Hello, take a seat" Dr Graves said in his Scottish accent. I sat on the edge of the chair which was directly opposite him while he typed on his keyboard. "Nice face Duchess"

"Should I be feeling pain?" He looked at me and called me to him with his hand. I walked around his desk. He loosened his tie and stood toe to toe with me.

Dr Graves was average looking but he was young so all the females patients the lodge got all wanted to be his. He was also the only male doctor at the lodge and the only trust worthy one too.

His cold hands pressed the bruises on my face and I winced. He looked at me apologetically and carried on. Every so often he asked if it hurt and I replied no.

"If they aren't causing you pain, what is?" He asked cautiously. I unbuttoned my coat and pulled my shirt up slowly. He squatted slightly and held me by my hips. His breath hit my stomach and he pressed two of his ice fingers just above my belly button and pressed down, hard.

"Stop!" I hissed. He swiped his fingers to the right side and pressed again. I bit down on my bottom teeth and he turned me around.

"How did you get these?" He asked lifting my shirt to uncover more bruises

"I fell down the stairs" he turned me again to face him. His scowl made me regret coming here.

"What, on your back and your front?" He asked angrily. I stepped back and pulled down my shirt to stop him from seeing more

"What can I say, I'm a good gymnast?" I offered weakly

"If this is your boyfriend or something you need to get away from him otherwise next time you'll be examined will be in the morgue" he told me as he lowered himself back into his chair and typed up a prescription. The sound of the printer filled the silent room. He ripped my prescription off like it disgusted him. He signed it and handed it to me.

"Next time I'm calling the police" he threatened. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was not lying so I took the slip of paper and left.

"Would you mind filling out a questinnai..." I ran out of the lodge and into the rain. I felt bad for ignoring the receptionist waving a questionnaire and pen in the air but there wasn't any rain in the lodge. Rain's good at hiding the fact you're crying.