Sinner

The Least we can Do

For the fourth time in the past 2 days, I woke up completely disoriented of time and space.

The first time I'd seen Lev, I had never imagined he could bring everything to the ground. Not overnight. Not this badly.

Now that I'd had time to collect my thoughts and look through mental files.. if my memory wasn't fooling me, the white haired lady from last night was Jamie's daughter— Paris, his only other child besides Conan, and the guy was her son Nicolas; a year older than Lev, part time lawyer, full time obedient grandson, also fatherless.

And Naya was.. Jamie's girlfriend, from what I had understood last night.

I felt around for my phone, hoping Mrs. Rebo had some answers by now. But there were no emails or missed calls.

I dialled Welch's but he won't pick up.
Nothing from Jude and even King.

I knew dad was gatekeeping to protect me, but I felt irritated , now was the worst time to lock me out, I was practically living with the devil himself.
I needed to get out of here, and he needed to be out of jail- the sooner the better.

I dialled Welch again, this time letting it ring to voicemail and delivered a message.

"Welch, I understand that dad's told you not to contact me, but this... I can't simply sit around..." I said. "And God help us if he stays in there for long, I'm not going to continue living here. I need details on Khloe Parker and I want him bailed out. If you won't do it, I'll find someone else."

With the message delivered, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

As much as I'd wished to wash myself clean, I hadn't found the strength to shower last night.
Now that I felt much more stable, I stood under the water and scrubbed myself clean.
I brushed my teeth and opened the bag of supplies I had requested from Mrs. Rebo.

I was always told that black and white flattered me best, but today, the black dress made me look more drained than ever.

My hair was tangled and dull brown. The whites of my eyes nearly yellow and my skin had lost its colour. My brown irises seemed dead.

I thought sleep was supposed to fix all this. Instead I looked like a corpse back from the dead. Or possibly still dead.

I turned on the tap and let the water run for a minute, splashing my face a few more times and drinking a couple of handfuls.

I looked back into the mirror, this time focusing on any visible scrapes that might've started bleeding again. I'd needed to change the dressings.

So with one last look, I dragged myself out of the bathroom and dropped on the floor near the bag, searching for painkillers.

The door opened. I bolted upright expecting anyone and everything.

Anna and Mrs. Rider peeked inside.
"We knocked." Anna quickly put in.
"I told you she couldn't be dead." Teresa said behind her.
"It's been 20 hours."
"I'm sorry," I meek, zipping the bag shut.

"No, no." Teresa smiled, tapping Anna's shoulder and asking her to step aside so she could come in. "You must be tired."
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Do you need a first aid box?" She asked.