Wisps of smoke

Chapter 21 Smile to cover up the truth

Meredith's POV

One week had passed since we had all decided to move to my place. At least until everybody got better. Everyone with the exception of Bailey, who had a son and a husband and Richard who insisted on not staying in a house full of "immature adults". 

Today was the day that we were all moving. Miranda and Richard had "borrowed" some hospital supplies and set the place up, including groceries. I had gotten feeling back in both my legs, but was still not allowed to walk because of my casts.

"Mer! You ready?" Alex called walking into Derek's and my room, Richard and Bailey in tow.

"Yea." I said, my voice still hoarse and weak from when I was chocked. Derek emerged from the connected bathroom holding a large duffle bag.

"Clothes, bandages, gauze, tape, morphine pump... anything else" Derek asked hoisting the bag over his shoulder, careful to avoid moving his wrist too much. The cast had come off, but he was still wearing a brace.

"Sounds good, the rest is either in the car or already at the house. Lexie, Mark, Arizona, Callie, George and Izzy are already there. You two will be coming with Christina, Owen, Addy and Me." Alex said watching as Bailey and Richard carefully unattached the IV bags and laid them on my gurney. They then proceeded to start rolling my gurney towards the elevators.

As we left the building I left out a whimper as the gurney hit a rock on the cement. Derek placed his hand on my shoulder and this time I didn't flinch. Arriving at the the eight seater car I spotted Addison sitting in the very back row, next to Owen. An empty seat in between them.  Christina was standing beside the door watching as Bailey and Richard wheeled me as close as possible to the car. Alex quickly pulled the seat forward and hopped in the back beside Addison.

Derek slowly got in the middle row and slid all the way across. Christina sat in the seat closest to me. Richard and Bailey then slowly lifted me up and laid me across Derek and Christina's lap, so my head was with Derek and my feet with Christina.

As soon as the door shut the fear started. I squeezed my eyes tightly together but it didn't help.

He threw my body into a small storage closet.

"Please stop, I don't want to relive this." I thought trying to block out the memories.

Stepping in he closed the door leaving me trapped with him in a tiny room.

"No please stop it." I thought as terror started forming in my stomach consuming my entire being.

He was too close to me. He kicked me so hard in the stomach I heard a crunch. I fell to the floor a metal shelf falling on top of my body.

"I can't do this. It's too much." My mind was buzzing I could feel my self begin to shake. Derek started talking to me. The car began to move, and I screamed.

He punched me in the head until my ears rang and black spots appeared. Using his knife he started cutting up my stomach. Then he wrapped his hands around my neck and pulled me upwards. Holding me against the wall as I started to pass out from lack of oxygen.
"There maybe now you'll be quiet." He sneered at me. Laughing as I dropped to the ground like a deadweight. Holding a knife up I started to silently sob, before he plunged it into my leg laughing as I tried to scream.

"Meredith!"

"Meredith calm down!"

"Shhh. Mer it's okay. You are safe." It was this voice that pulled me from my PTSD episode. I looked up at Derek who's eyes were bright with tears. I cried out in pain as the car dipped down into a small pothole.

"Derek check her injuries and make sure she didn't pop any stitches." Miranda's voice said as she leaned around from the passenger seat to look at me.

"I think she's good, Mer can you tell me where it hurts."

"Everywhere." Is what I thought. "My entire body aches. My head hurts I can't do it any longer. Everything I close my eyes he's there. Hurting me. Killing me. Sometimes he ever kills you and Christina and everybody else. I can't do it any longer." I what I thought. What I so desperately wanted to say, but knew I couldn't, shouldn't.

"I'm fine." Is what I said instead. Giving Derek something that resembled a smile.

And that was how I stayed for the rest of the car ride. Pushing memories down. Blocking every emotion out. Feeling numb.

But still I forced a smile, of sorts on my face. And nobody was the wiser.

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