She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)

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AGAIN THIS CHAPTER AND THE NEXT ONE ARE FOR annawannabanana who is possibly my best friend on wattpad. One of her family members has this virus that is tearing through our world. My prayers are with you anna!

zane!" Moriah pounded on the door of her room. "if you don't let me out-" her threat died as I opened the door letting her stumble out the door. I slipped an arm around her waist to keep her from face-planting. then fought against her struggles as I drug her back into the room. I toss her gently on the bed and watch her bounce slightly from the landing.

"given up yet?" I ask grabbing a few files from my back pocket and unfolding them.

"you wish." she practically spat.

so far the convincing was taking longer than expecting. it isn't a decision that I feel comfortable forcing her into know matter how many other superiors tell me to.

I have had her locked in this room for the last two weeks. she hasn't budged on her ideas either. in TWO WEEKS! I burry my rising anger and toss the files on the bed next to her.

"John philips. Carey Monroe. harry smith. sound familiar?" I cross my hands over my chest.

"you know they do." she said grabbing the papers flipping through them. "what does it have to do with me?"

"I am so glad you asked." I smile. "the first one was a man refused to give into the western mafia. he was shot in his own house in front of his 3 yea old daughter. the second was a lady who was just walking down the street. they picked her up did who knows what to her then left her on the side of the road for dead. the last was a person OUR age who got in too deep. he knew to much about their operation. they had no problem offing him."

"what your point?"

"you treated all of these patients. correct?" I ask and she gave a swift nod.

"the smith boy..I remember when he was brought in. I remember holding his hand while they rushed him to an emergency room. i can still see the look on his face when I knew he wasn't going to make it. when I grabbed his bloody hand and led him to the lord, and the dull look in his eyes when he drifted away." she whispered. a small tear slipped down her face as she pulled her knees to her chest and started crying silently.

well....shoot.

now what?

Joab walked past the door and stopped at the sight. sending a look my way he mouthed the words "hold her" then made a hugging gesture with his arms. I shot him a glare as he closed the door leaving me and Moriah alone.

I inch closer and set on the bed next to her. slowly I enclosed her in my arms and ran my fingers through her hair in a calming motion.

"hey it's ok. Im sorry I didn't know..." I whisper and start rocking her. she folds her legs down and smothers her face in my chest. I could feel the wet tears coming down her face and soaking a part of my shirt.

"he-i had never seen anyone die...I was supposed to save him. It was my job. I couldn't do it." she kept mumbling words along those lines. I pull her into my lap so I can hold her easier and slowly push her shoulders until he inched away.

"its not your fault. you didn't shoot him. the western mafia did and they will keep doing it until stopped." she nodded slowly but you could tell she still felt some guilt.

the tears had stopped so I eased her from my lap and slowly stood. back to business mode. "the papers." I point to the bed where they laid crumbled up. "they have names of all the people who they have killed over the last 2 years. care to guess how many of those you ended up taking care of? over 50% of them, Moriah."