Broken Mate (Sequel to My Cruel Mate)

Chapter 5

"This can be your bedroom for now." Nathan, he finally told me his name, opened the door to a clean room with a comfortable looking bed and a dresser with a mirror. The walls were a bright yellow and it had brown carpeting.

The doctors said I could finally leave the hospital and Nathan insisted on me staying at his place. I protested as to not get locked up again, but he managed to convince me to trust him enough for this.

"It's so clean and nice." I breathed, mostly talking to myself.

Nathan stayed quiet as I walked up to the bed and brushed my hand on it. It felt so soft. I wanted to just curl up on it now. I was caught off guard by Nathan sitting on the bed next to my hand.

"I promise you Delilah." his voice was firm but soft at the same time, "I will never hurt you. I will never do to you what those people you are afraid of did."

I felt so conflicted. I really wanted to believe him. He's so sweet and he's done so much for me. But Im broken. I don't know if I can ever trust anyone again.

"Delilah," I flinched as he gently brushed his hand on my cheek, "Please tell me what they did, who they are. I want them to pay."

I sat on the bed next to him and placed my head in my hands. I could feel tears threatening to fall.

"You said something about a fire." He urged me, placing a hand on my back.

I slowly began telling him everything from the moment I answered the door on my birthday. By the time I finished, I was crying uncontrollably. I then suddenly realized I had buried my face in his shoulder and he had his arms around me.

"I was never told their names." I sniffed, remembering his question about who they were.

It felt like a bit of weight was removed from me I finally told someone about the horrible things I went through. I wrapped my arms around him, somehow feeling safe in his arms. Am I starting to trust him? I found my tears slowing and my breathing returning to normal as we sat there.

I slowly pulled away and saw a large wet mark on his shirt where my tears soaked, "Sorry." I said quietly.

"That's alright." he slightly chuckled, brushing his hand down my arm soothingly.

It was a shock to me when I realized I was smiling. It was the first real smile in so long. I almost forgot what it felt like.

I realized I was still dirty from all those years of being locked up. The men would u occasionally  bring me to their bathroom to bathe me but I was never fully taken care of.

"Can I take a bath?" I asked shyly.

"Or course." he stood up to show me to the bathroom.

I followed and quickly got the bath started. I didn't want to take a shower because I only ever had baths as a child and I wanted to relax as well.