Happy Endings Don't Exist...Do They?

Chapter 15: 'And This Week on Days of Our Lives'

MICAH POV

She wakes up again, this time calmer, making my wolf and I very happy. I press the button to call Brooks so he can check her out make sure everything is okay. Brooks must have already been on his way because he was in the room within the minute. He does his thing; everything seems fine until she speaks. She wants to go back. I can't help the growl that spills out. I see her brows furrow with confusion, as Brooks explains to her that she is going to be here for a while. Aryn still insists on leaving. I move to hold her, tell her under no circumstances is she going back to that monster. 

Before I can reach her however Brooks intercepts me. "Alpha you can't insist that she will be safe, she won't believe you. She has been conditioned a certain way for a long time. In what way and how we don't know yet. Let me talk to her, without you glowering at her." I nod once as he ushers me into the hallway, closing the door behind me. Walking up the hall, down the hall, again and again; pacing, worrying. How can I help her? What can I do to make her see she is safe? 

Tommy and Liam interrupt my pacing to talk to me. "Hey man," Tommy starts, "All is good on the home front. Liv and Mady are taking care of any problems that may come up at home. Liam and I are making sure everything is okay patrol wise so you can take the time with Aryn." I growl frustrated as I run my fingers through my hair. "She is afraid of me," I tell them. "She wants to go back, insists on going back." They both shuffle their feet at that, rubbing their jaws almost in sync. Before I have a chance to say anything else two men walk down the hall in suits, detectives, wolves from the pack, here to talk to Aryn. They walk by the three of us, heading into her room. Liam grips my arm, preventing me from following them into her rooms. Growling at him, he releases my arm just her door closes. I resume my pacing of the hallway, Tommy standing guard like a sentinel, Liam leaves to oversee training. 

Time seems to slow to a crawl as I wait for the door to open again. Up, down, up, down, I pace the hallway. Finally, the doors open, the two detectives and Doctor Brooks come out of the room. Brooks giving me a pointed look before closing the door behind him, ushering me down the hall. The detectives head toward the elevators, leaving the hospital. Giving me a quick glance, Brooks speaks, "She refused to press charges or even say her father hurt her." What?!? Putting his hand on my shoulder Brooks continues, "My guess is she tried before, getting help, it backfired on her making her weary to try again. She doesn't know this time is different. You have to show her, not just tell. To someone in her position words mean nothing unless they are backed by action, usually negative. Be patient continue to reassure her." 

"You got this Micah" Tommy putting his two cents in. Shaking off their hands I walk back to her room, take a deep breath. I open the door. Aryn is sitting in the bed skin as pale as the sheets, tears running down her cheeks as fast as she can wipe them away. I bolt toward her, remembering last second to slow as I get near her. "Hey sweetheart, it's going to be okay." She looks up at me, tears still in her eyes. Carefully, as to not startle her I go to wipe a runaway tear from her cheek. Aryn watches my hand warily, still flinching when her skin meets mine. "How do you know?" She questions me in a watery voice. I give her a small smile as I tell her "Because I am not going to let anything bad ever happen to you again." Aryn looks like she wants to argue with me but a yawn takes precedent. "Go to sleep," I tell her, "I will be here when you wake. Promise." Still, looking like she wants to argue Aryn concedes falling asleep shortly after. Once I am sure she is asleep I hold her hand like some creeper. I just want to show her that not all touch is bad. I hope one day I can prove it to her.

ARYN POV

Watching day time television sucks. Like seriously what is the point? Overdramatic situations full of over dramatic people. Who the hell watches this crap? Me, apparently because it is the only thing on tv at ten am on a Friday morning and I am stuck in a bed with nothing to do but watch overdramatic day time television. I give off a frustrated groan that causes pain to reverberate through my body. 

The doctors here won't release me, no matter how much I plead. They must have a sixth sense or something because every time I get ready to sneak out someone is there to take me to another test, or bring me an early dinner or hell check in on me to make sure I am okay. I'm not. I am stuck in a hospital and the longer I am here the worse it will be when I get home. Not that I have a home to go back to apparently it's a crime scene. Thinking back to the interview the police did a few days ago makes me scared all over again.

The doctor tries to get me to elaborate more on my past as he finishes looking me over but I know better than to say anything else so I stare at my bruised hands waiting for him to leave. I hear the door open; I look up assuming he is leaving. He isn't. Instead two men in suits walk in giving one of those bro head nod things. "Ms. Jayne my name is Detective Ward; this is my partner Detective Eden we would like to talk to you about what happened." The man in the blue suit, Detective Ward, tells me. I can feel my eyes go wide. What?! Oh no. Oh no. I am in big trouble now. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to speak. I reach for the water again taking a sip before telling them, "I don't remember." They exchange glances with each other before grey suit, Eden, responds to me asking "What is the last thing you do remember?" I can tell neither believe me but I continue on with my story. "Helping my father with work after school, we were going to order pizza when we were done." My voice is raspy, barley there making me wince at the sound. "Ms. Jayne," grey suit again, "you are aware that was over ten days ago." What!? Oh no. Oh no. I am in big big trouble. Blue suit takes up the speech, "We know you are trying to protect your father, but you don't have to anymore we are not going to let him hurt you again." Suurree, I snort to myself but all I tell them is "I don't remember what happened. I would like to leave." The detective exchange looks again before setting their cards on the table asking me to call if I change my mind or do remember what happened.

Shortly after the detectives left with the doctor Micah came back in saying the weirdest things before making me go to sleep, promising to be there when I woke. I didn't really believe him so I was surprised when I woke up and he was asleep with his head on my bed and his hand in mine. I stared at our hands finding that I didn't really mind it, him holding mine. Of course that thought freaked  me out, causing me to jerk my hand from his waking Micah up in the process. I could see he wanted to say something but before he could the doctor, who introduced himself as Dr. Brooks came in to see how I was doing. He also gave me the low down on all my injuries saying I was going to be here for at least another week to two weeks. In the mean time I am to rest my voice, apparently there is some bruising and burns on/around my trachea which was why it was so hard to talk. The doctor hopes that by me not using mine it should heal quicker, not that I mind, I don't usually speak much anyway. But I am stuck in this bed with not very much to do except watch day time television due to my concussion, apparently reading is taxing on the brain, so no books, no school work.

I am not really supposed to be watching tv either but there is only so much of staring at the walls a girl can take. Hence why I am board out my slightly damaged mind! The only good thing is Micah he visits me every day, trying to cheer me up. Which he does, just by giving me something to do other than count ceiling tiles or watch daytime tv. Every day he comes as soon as school is out, staying until the next day, holding my hand throughout the night and sleeping in the chair with his head on my bed. I feel bad. It can't be good for his back, or very comfortable. I really do appreciate it though. With him here I actually sleep really well. He makes me feel safe. I am still cautious of him and I am terrified of this connection I feel with him. But I like that I feel safe with him, I just don't know how much longer it will last. Especially since I am going to have to go home soon a thought that terrifies me almost as much as Micah does.