Running From the Devil

Chapter 5

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Ben (continued)

As I headed down the hall to change my clothes Steve announced to the room that he was going outside to help John with the security detail.  Wimp.  I only took a second in the bathroom to put the gray cotton shorts before hurrying back to the kitchen.  I could hear the driver talking to  Mystery Woman.  Not knowing anybody's names was getting really irritating.  Sitting back down on the kitchen floor and I started stroking MW's hair again.  

Her wig had fallen off when she fell and her beautiful dirty blonde hair had spilled out.  It was gorgeous.  It was almost brown but had just enough gold running through it to keep it in the blonde family. Her eyes were open but she looked confused. 

She frowned up at me and whispered "I don't like being touched." 

I gave her a smile to hide the sound of my heart ripping as I lifted my hand from her hair and placed it on my leg. 

"Doc should be here anytime."  I said. 

I looked at the driver who was still kneeling beside MW.  "So what's your name?" 

She looked me over for a second before responding "Lisa."

 "Have you lived here long?"  I asked. 

"Not really."  Came the reply. 

They sure were tight lipped around here.  I heard feet heading up the stairs so I guess Grandma sent her crowd of angry women back to bed and then she came into the kitchen with us. 

She settled comfortably on one of the kitchen chairs and said "You can call me Martha" and then asked MW "are you ok dear?"  

What kind of question was that?  Of course she wasn't ok!  I noticed Martha was looking at me from underneath her short lashes.  Was she asking MW if she was ok with me being here? I was just here to keep her safe damn it.   

"No"  she moaned. "I hurt." and then she sniffled, fighting tears. 

Another rip tore through my heart, now I was positive that this woman was going to be the death of me.  Finally I heard another car pull up and John popped his head in the door and called "Doc's here!" 

I have never been so glad to see the doctor.  Normally he's fussing over small wounds that would heal in a few days anyways.  I am an enforcer after all, getting banged up is in my job description. He wasn't an old man, only 50, but his hair had already faded to gray.  It went well with the laugh lines that framed his mouth and blue eyes and it gave him a look of wisdom that his patients appreciated. 

"Hello dear" he said cheerfully "you've taken quite the tumble I see." 

For the next few minutes he poked and prodded MW with various tools from his bag asking questions about pain level, dizziness, and vision.  I tried not to think murderous thoughts when he made her whimper as he examined her arm.  I tried even harder not to be jealous that she let him touch her. When he seemed to be satisfied with her answers he stood up, and went into the hallway so he could ask John to bring in the back board and neck brace.  

"We need to get her to my office so I can set the bones and get a cast on her.  I also need to do a CT scan to see how serious her concussion is."