Married to the Devil

Chapter 60

Liliane passed out soon after she woke up. I think the stress of finally having freedom, her surgery, and seeing her brother for the first time in ten years was too much for her to process. Her tiny chest rose and fell as she breathed. She looked unhealthy. She was tiny for a girl who was supposed to be an adult. Her breasts were huge though and seemed unnatural compared to the rest of her body.

Mark probably had her get a boob job just to make her look "better" in his eyes and in the eyes of his friends. It wasn't like she needed it though, genetics for good looks seemed to run in Derek's family. I could only imagine what their mother looked like. She must've been a beauty. Derek talked about her more in the recent days we've been in the hospital than any other time. From what he described, she seemed like a saint: a real kind-hearted woman. I knew that if I met her we would've hit it off right away.

I stared at Liliane. She looked like she'd been starved for her whole life. She was antsy too and had this tremor in her hands that wouldn't subside even when she slept. That was probably because of the withdrawal from the drugs she'd been most likely forced to take while she was living with Mark. It broke my heart when I thought about how much pain and suffering she'd been through. Derek had had a hard time keeping it together too. I could tell he was using every bit of restraint he had not to hunt down Mark and kill him.

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Liliane woke up again the next day. The doctors put her on sleeping medication so she should sleep more soundly without waking up in a panic. There were a few times when that happened and she mistook Derek for Mark. She freaked out and was lashing out at him. The doctors had to call in security to help restrain her. Now she slept with restraints tied to her wrists. Derek had protested but the security guards were concerned for both his and Liliane's safety. I thought that was a good call and privately thanked the guards afterwards.

I rubbed Derek's shoulders comfortingly, "I'm so sorry."

He looked like he was ready to burst.
"I can't believe they had to tie her down! Who knows how many times that fucking bastard did that to her. She's gone through enough trauma. What happens when she wakes up, sees her restrained hands, and freaks out?"

I massaged his shoulders, slowly soothing away the knots and tensions in his muscles. I could feel the stress in his back from all the shocks of the last few days.

"Right now we need to think about her safety," I said softly and continued to work my hands against his skin.

"But the stress of shock could-"

"But nothing," I said firmly with my hands on my hips, "Look around you, Derek. We're in the hospital where there are dozens of nurses and doctors. If something does happen, this is the safest, most secure place for her right now."

He closed his mouth, unsatisfied but understood that I had a point.

I smiled, "Good. Now relax!"

His face screwed up into anger, "How am I supposed to be calm with all this shit going down?"

I gave him a look of exasperation, "Please, just try."

"Fine."

I smiled, "Thank you."

"Have you spoken to the police yet about what happened?" He asked me.

"No, was I supposed to do that?"

He laughed, "I can't believe you didn't know."

I gave him a confused expression, "Have you talked to them yet?"

"Of course, but that was when you went to get lunch so you missed it."

"Okay I'll go now then."

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I walked out to the lobby where two officers were keeping guard. They had been posted there to protect Liliane in case Mark or his goons decided to show up. One had a Tim Hortons cup that most likely had coffee in it. The other was speaking very seriously into his walkie talkie.

I approached them slowly and tapped the coffee holding one on the shoulder.

"Hello officer. I heard you'd like to speak to me about what happened with Liliane Carter?"

He smiled, "Yes, of course. I just had a few questions for you. Since your husband won't allow us to speak with his sister we're speaking with you and him. For now."

I grinned sheepishly, "I'm sorry. He's just been through a lot."

His expression turned grim, "That's an understatement. I caught a glimpse of his sister. She was in real rough shape from what I saw."

"Not only was she beaten and bruised, the doctor's found a microchip under her skin."

His eyes widened in surprise then scratched his head, "Wow. That's terrible," then his expression changed back to something more serious, "But these are exactly the kind of details that we need to know to help her case."

"No problem, I'll be sure to tell you anything I know."

He pulled out a beat up notebook and a pen that had teeth marks on one end. The officer asked me multiple questions and quickly jotted down as many notes as he could, stabbing his pen into the paper.

"We'd also like to know who the person was who contacted us and gave us the tip about Liliane. Can you give us any hints?"

I furrowed my brow, "Um, I'm actually not too sure about that."

He flipped back through his notebook to a page that had been dog-eared at the corner. He scanned his notes carefully.

"It says here that it was a female who called the station. She seemed to be mature although still young. Let's see..." He flipped to a different page, "Her voice was also an unusually high pitch. We're still unsure if that was intentionally done or if that was her natural tone." He paused,"Does this sound like anyone you know?"

I stared at him in disbelief. There was only one person I knew who could fill that description. But it couldn't be her, could it?

I forced a smile on my face, "I'm sorry officer, I'm not sure who that could be. Excuse me."

I swiftly turned and walked out of the hospital. I had to know the truth.

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Mom was openly sobbing in Dad's arms. Her face held the pain and sorrow that we all felt. I sank into the waiting room chairs with my head in my hands. Cass quickly excused herself and made a beeline to the hospital. I didn't blame her. Callumn  was the love of her life. The love of all our lives actually.

He was literally the perfect brother and friend anyone could ask for. So then, why? Why did he of all people have to die?

I couldn't understand it. The details weren't clear yet either so we didn't know anything about the accident. Just that my brother was gone.

I was too shocked to feel anything. My body was numb.