Consequences |LRH|

Chapter 19

Evie

Pain, that's all I could feel, remember. Had there been a point in my life where I hadn't been in pain? Noise swirled around me, muffled and distant but confusing all the same. It reminded me of the loud banging music of the club being muffled by the people piled into the small space. My fingers curled, gripping the soft fabric around me, I had no idea where I was or what really had happened me. My mind was drawn back to a slight reality by a familiar feeling that dawned upon skin. As per instinct I relaxed into the hand that curved my cheek. I didn't know where I was, what I was doing there or why this hand felt so safe, comforting. I don't think I cared. I didn't need to when these hands had me.

I know, I know that the movies make winding up in a hospital seem poetic. The girls have flawless makeup, the guys are by their side as the girl blinks her eyes open and all seems alright. Not this time, not ever in reality. I can promise you it's not like that at all. When my eyes snapped open, my hands found my stomach as I leaned over the side of the bed and the entire contents of my stomach was hurled on brand new loafers. My what was once curled hair, is now flattened on one side and a nest of matted curls on the other, stuck to my wet cheeks and spit slid from my parted lips. The stench of blood tinged the air from fresh wounds, stitches I had ripped as I jerked my body and I felt like actual trash.

And on top it all off, I couldn't breath without something aching.

"You... leave. Pump... okay?" I didn't understand what the strong voice was saying, nor did I understand the deep mutters from a distant voice. I didn't know that they were going to do to me or what was happening but I did understand that I wasn't alright so I let the tiredness and exhaustion that I felt in my bones lull me to a deep sleep. Probably more so an unconscious state.

What I gathered as memories and flashbacks were all that accompanied me in this state. Blasts of what happened last night flashing before my eyes. Flashing lights and dancing. The brightness and vividness of the dream showing that i was happy at this point in time. Until it all changed from bright to utter darkness. The fuzzy feeling coming back to me and the feeling of being dragged through a building and thrown down some stairs hits me like a truck and that devilish grin of his burning into my memory.

I was a little bit 'prettier' the next my eyes opened. And by that I mean I didn't throw up. I did however still smell like throw up and would 'til I could brush my teeth. My fuzzy mind couldn't connect any dots, the hospital walls and beeping machines seemingly needed but whatever they had me on was no joke and I was happy not knowing.

"Evie?" My name was like a shock to my system, breaking through the fog and forcing me into reality.

"Mmm," l muttered,trying to shift but the sheets were too tight around me, this just made me want to break free.

"Baby, it's okay. Don't try to move."

Some piece of me recognized the lilting voice, the soothing calm that it brought with it but the part of me that remembered a man holding me too tight, pulling me without permission, struggled to connect the kind voice with the kind man that I knew it belonged to.

Hands touched my shoulders as my eyes blinked open and I struggled to sit up. Bright blue eyes were all I could see but the face didn't match the voice I had expected. Instead of the blonde hair, broad shoulders and kind smile that i knew the voice belonged to, but all I could see was dark hair and angry scowl. It was like a living nightmare.

"Let go of me!" I exclaimed, wrestling to get away from the hands. A cord pulled out of my arm, a machine beginning to beep frantically as I pushed at the strong arms. If I closed my eyes for half a minute, took a deep breath, anything but fight the hold I might have seen through my nightmares fog to see the man that I had slowly started to fall for.