Finding Sebastian

Chapter 21

With heavy eyes, Marcia came to. She groaned as she felt her entire body ache in pain. Something wasn't right. Her wrists burned, her stomach was in knots, and her nether region burned as if she were on fire.

Sitting up slowly, she noticed how the light white sheet fell from her shoulders and landed in folds on her lap. She held out her hands in front of her and inspected the bright red marks that enflammed her skin and the finger marks that were left there to bruise. She glanced down at her stomach and almost cried. Bruises littered her usually tan skin and there were scratch marks on her sides as well as bruising from fingers.

By the curiosity of her own nature, she glanced down and noticed bruising at the top of her navel. No. Silvano couldn't have taken advantage of me like that. She was in denial. Tears sprung to her eyes as she thought about her growing child inside of her. Was it okay?

She quietly got up from the bed and swung her legs to the side with pain inflicting her every movement. She tried to hold back the tears that were bound to fall from her eyes. Tugging the white sheet around her, she made her way through the quiet apartment.

She searched through every room. No one was there. Finally, she came to the living room area and saw Oliver bound to a chair. Disregarding her physical state, she ran to him and kneeled down next to him. He didn't move.

She tilted his chin up and checked his pulse. There was something there, but it was relatively faint. "Baby, wake up," she whispered in his ear.

"No matter how much you try, he's not going to wake up." She stood up immediately when she heard his voice. She watched as he strolled in with a triumphant look upon his face. He had gotten what he wanted: Oliver almost dead and Marcia in bed with him. He certainly was not complaining.

Narrowing her eyez, she spit out, "You're a detestable man. Why did I even have feelings for you?"

His grey eyes shown with mischeif. "I'm a sexy man. What else can I say? You're welcome."

"I never said thank you."

"You're welcome," he smirked. He approached her and noticed that the white sheet was wrapped around her bruised body. He felt bad for her. He probably should've stopped when she passed out, but that would've been a wasted opportunity for him.

"Let Oliver go, Silvano." Her stare was hard and her voice was firm. She was determined to not let him get the better of her any more.

He stepped closer and started to circle her like a hunter to his prey. His arms were crossed as he studied her. "Look at you, Marcia. Finally stepping up to be an independent woman who doesn't need to rely on her husband for help."

"I have learned a lot these past couple of weeks." She held the white sheet tighter so it wouldn't fall from her grip.

"Oh, really?" He lifted an eyebrow. She nodded her once. "And what have you learned, hm? That you're incompetent and the only thing you're good for is sex?"

His words stung. They hit home because she always believed Oliver thought the same about her. She was nothing special with blue eyes and brown hair. She was just another face in the crowd that just happened to be noticed by a man who was undeniably beautiful.

He smirked when he didn't receive a response. "You see, Marcia. All a man really wants is to fuck and drink beer. They don't care about your so called 'feelings'. Men don't even know the meaning of the word. We're made of steel and can never be brought down." He best down and whispered in her ear, "Not even by the most series woman in the universe."

There had to be more to men than just sex and alchol. Being with Oliver proved as much. Sure, he would drink on occasion, but never excessive amounts. They would have sex often, but he never forced her. "You're wrong," she whispered.