THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER TWENTY.

I wake up to beeping of machines. Everything is in white. Though I can't clearly see, I can make out some figures moving in the room. They are in white... These must be the angels
I'm in heaven....
Wait, but they say in heaven, no hard work and by the way I'm feeling, I'm totally exhausted.
"She's awake.."
I hear someone say, from a far.
"Check her pulse.."
Another voice orders.
I can see one of the angels leaning towards me, searching my chest, headphones in his ears.
Oh! These angels are digital. So they listen to music via headphones on one's chest? Wonders shall never end!
I'm slowly  regaining my sight and I can at least make out some few more figures, moving on and about.
But again, how can I be in heaven with All the sins I've committed?
"Donna! Madam Donna!"
So these angels know my name?
I can now see clearly and I'm totally diasppointed because I realise I'm not in heaven.
Far from that ....
I'm in an hospital bed.
I'm about to scream when I recognise someone...
Doctor Greg is busy checking my pulse.
Machines are beeping around me and some pipes are connected into my left hand.
"What am I doing here?"
I ask curioisly.
Silence.
"Are people here dumb? Why am I here?"
I ask once more.
Nobody replies.
I'm finding it so hard to control my temper therefore I make as if to rise from the bed and more than two hands pin me down.
"You aren't strong enough to move yet madam!"
"But I'm strong enough to know why I'm here!" I yell.
" Calm down! Calm down! You are weak please!"
" Oh! don't give me that crap Gregory. I know I'm weak right? Tell me what I'm doing here. Where is Don? Where is my husband?"
Don!
Oh!
Then it all comes flooding back...
I caused trouble in Don's club and he beat me blue black!
Not again!
This is the second time I'm getting admitted due to Don's violence.
Can't he control his anger at least?
But one thing is for sure.
I'm not stepping into his God forsaken house if I come out of this hospital bed alive.

I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart as I recall the events. Don is influential. No wonder nobody wants to talk to me!
Suddenly, I'm overtaken by grieve and I start crying uncontrollably.
"Sedate her before she gets a panic Attack!"
A voice behind Greg orders.
I'm injected and I suddenly feel some calmness I've never experienced before. Within no time, I'm in slumber land, living my own fantasy.

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When I finally wake up, I'm on a bigger bed. I survey my surroudings and realise that I'm on my bedroom... Don's bedroom.
How I got here, I'm yet to fathom....
I'm so thirsty and no one to ask for water. I'm not longer in pain and no funny machines beeping. I'm finally out of the hospital but how did I reach here?
My plans have been thwarted!
I had planned to escape from the hospital and go far away from Don....
People will nickname it Hospital break...
I'm suddenly angry, bitter, disgusted!
Why now?
Did Don know about my plans?
Before I could get an answer to that, the bedroom door is opened and in comes his highness the king....
Don!
I quickly turn and face the wall, avoiding his gaze.
He spreads himself on bed and starts caressing my hair.
"Hun, you are awake!"
Silence.
"Thank God you are safe. I thought I had lost you.."
Silence..
I'm trying so hard not to talk back..... I'll be rude, you know?!
"Honey say something... I'm sorry for what I did to you. I blame it on my anger.... "
I'm totally infuriated by his words. How dare he talk to me about anger?
Can't he control his anger, at least now that I'm his wife?
I'm not gonna listen to him.
I swear I'm gonna make his life difficult.
But how can a girl who's barely twenty one make a mafia's life unbearable?
Fifth wonder of the world!
"Give me some water!"
It's more of a whisper than a request.
He picks a glass and fills it with water from the dispenser.
"Here..."
He helps me sit up and hands me the glass. I draw back my hands, parting my lips. He understands and brings the water into my lips. I drink it to satisfaction and then murmur once more..
"I'm hungry."
He places the glass on the stool and throws me a glance while grinning at me, then opens the door and slams it shut.
I'm really having fun.
I will make him my slave before he gets his senses back.

Minutes later, he comes with my food and places it on the bedside stand.
"Feed me..."
"Donna.....!"
He stops midway and positions himself on bed, then starts feeding me like a baby. When I've finally had my fill, he wipes my lips and takes the plate back to the kitchen.
I'm left laughing my heart out.
I know I should be angry with him but what can I do? I'm his slave and I'm sure he will never allow me to get out of this house all alone. Not unless I'm dead!
I shiver at the word dead!
What if I died?
What if he beats me one day and I never wake up from that bed ever again!?
I'm still shuddering when he comes back with a glass of juice.
He hands it over to me but I signals him to help me drink....
"What's wrong with your hands? Can't you hold anymore?"
I laugh at that!
" No can't..."
"Cut the crap Donna! Okay, I know I wronged you but please stop torturing me! You won't talk to me and now you want me to feed you? I know you want to revenge but please, forgive me, will you?"

"Not  until you help me drink that juice... "
I'm grinning like a teenager in love.
" Women and their pretense!"
He murmurs as the glass comes in to contact with my lips.
The rest of that week, Don is always at my service. He does whatever I order him to.
I've already forgiven him after swearing on his grandma's grave that he will never hurt me...
Lemmie enjoy the great treatment while it lasts....