Captive Angel

10. Broken

I wake up to the sound of people around me talking, shouting at each other. Lights shine on my eyes, making it hard to open them. My eyelids are so heavy; it hurts when I try to blink. A voice tells me:

  “Christine, stay awake.” A man pleads. Why is a guy pleading for me? I don’t understand. Why are there people all around me? Questions arise in my head, but all I can hear is pleas to stay awake.

I try to move. I discover my body doesn’t want to corporate. About to close my heavy eyelids when someone kisses my lips. I felt so numb, I couldn’t feel the kiss well enough, but it kept me awake. Everything was so blurry. Finally, what seemed like hours, a woman tells me it’s okay to fall asleep. So, without hesitation, I do. 

I dream of this girl and a man, the man playing the violin while the girl is singing beautifully. He plays the violin with melody. The girl sings high, but soft. Then the man stops, ending the notes perfectly when another man comes forward offering a rose to the girl. She smiles and accepts; the first man gives his approval. Then the second man touches the girl’s hair and kisses her. Suddenly, she sees a mask has appeared covering half of his face.

Then I wake up. The room is sunny and warm. The walls are blue, purple and yellow. I try to sit up and open my eyes better, but someone puts their hands on my back and shoulder, urging me to lie back down.

  “Where am I?” I ask, unaware how hoarsely I sound.

  “St. Peter’s Hospital.” a man replies. He puts one of his hands on my arm. “Christine.” He begins, “Do you remember anything?”

  “What? Why am I doing in a hospital?” I ask panicking. I force myself to sit, when groan when my spine hits the pillow for some reason. Yikes, I hate hospitals.

  “You got in a nasty car crash two days ago.” He tells me.

  “Who are you again?” I inquire, I can’t remember if I’d seen this man or not.

  “Christine, do you remember anything last week?” He worriedly asks. His eyes are so daring and dark. His black mask covers half of his face. Then I remember being stuck inside a mansion with a masked man. His eyes don’t leave mine. “Christine, your friend and you were in car accident two days ago. Do you remember it?”

A black SUV drove off when I hit my head on the dash. Feeling uncomfortable with everything he’s telling me, I practiculiy try to move away from him. But it’s no use.

  “Christine, I’m not going to hurt you.” He reminds me. I know Erik Desslar. I’ve lived with him for almost a month, and now he’s here watching me at the hospital. I realize when I push the covers below my waist that I’m wearing a hospital gown.

  “Oh my!” I scream, “Who changed me?”

Erik takes a deep breath, like he knew this was going to happen, or maybe he’s trying to think of words carefully so I won’t freak out. Okay, I’m pretty freaked out.

  “The doctors had to do surgery on your head, and fix your broken arm. So, it was hard for them to do it with your clothes on.” He says coolly. Okay, that’s all right, I guess. At least they’re doctors. He then says, “Don’t worry, I changed you.”

At that point, I scream. I couldn’t believe it. This man was insane! He covers my mouth with his hand, “Listen to me, darling. I don’t want to have to teach you a lesson here. Which I will do if you don’t obey me.” He threatens. I whimper, because one of his hands is touching my sore neck. “Understood?” I nod. “Now lie back down and rest.” I obey. Wondering what will happen if I disobey him again. 

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  "Where's Meg?" I ask Erik a few hours later after waking up. "Is she all right?" 

Erik puts down whatever he's writing on. He's wearing a white mask, with a blue oxford shirt and black pants. I'm have to admit he does look handsome, but I'm not going to admit it to him.

  "She's suffered from two broken legs and a broken arm." He answers like it was my fault that she got hurt. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. "Don't cry." He says, not in a comforting way. How can I not cry? I'm stuck with a person I don't want to be with and now my best friend is injured. "Your father woke up an hour ago. He wants to see you sometime this afternoon." Erik gives me a kleenex. I give a little nod, and fall asleep for a just a little while. Maybe my father can tell why I should really marry Erik...

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So sorry that I didn't update sooner. School takes a lot of time. Well, I hope post another chapter this weekend. Please read, vote and review. Thanks!