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come with me willingly, or…” He let his voice trail off.
My bottom lip quivered. “Or what? You’ll force me?” I felt my hand go clammy in his. I might have been drunk, but there was no mistaking the fear I was feeling at that moment.
His eyes barely narrowed. “Don’t make me do that.”
My heart raced in my chest again and my head spun. “I don’t want to. No.” I yanked my hand away with every bit of strength I had in my body. “You have to stop this.” I stood up from the table, unable to move any further than that.
“I can’t turn back now, Jenna. It’s already done.”
I looked around the room, trying to find a way out. Any way out. “Don’t do this, Daniel.”
“Then come with me. Come with me willingly, and none of this has to hurt either of us.” He pinned me with his dark eyes again. “Choose me.”
I could only barely get my whisper out through my clenched jaw. “No.”
----
“ Y ou’re sure that’s all you remember?”
“Yeah.” Apparently, I was now coherent enough to answer questions from the police. The hospital made a special exception, allowing the police officer into the critical care unit. Robin and her fucking special exceptions.
“You’re not giving us much to go on here, Mr. Richardson. This guy roughed you up pretty good. You’re sure you don’t remember anything else?”
“I’m sure.” I remembered too much, none of which would help him to help me in any way. Better to keep my mouth shut and keep Jen safe.
The guy pulled out a card and handed it to me. “If you think of anything else, anything at all, call me directly. The number’s right there on the card.”
I gave him a curt nod. “Will do, officer.”
“Detective. Detective Adams. Let me know if you think of anything else that might help us catch this guy.”
“Sure.” I tucked my arms behind my head and shifted onto my side—the only position I had found so far that was even remotely comfortable.
“Alright. Well, let me know.” He turned and walked toward the glass door of my tiny hospital room. He turned back to face me before opening the door. “Mr. Richardson, did you defend yourself? Give this guy any bruises or injuries that might help us identify him?”
“No. I never saw it coming.” I winced as I felt a stab of pain where a piece of my liver had once been. One wrong move with my arm and it was like it was happening all over again. “I don’t have anything else to tell you.” Lies. I could give them his name, his address, next of kin. But she would be next, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“Okay, well, I hope you’re feeling better soon.” The detective nodded at me and turned back to the door.
The cute little night nurse came in as soon as he left. She had a handful of pills and syringes with her, meant to drug me up to hell, obviously.
I didn’t want any of it. That stuff fucked with my head like nothing I had ever had before. How long had I even been there? Two days? Maybe three. I couldn’t really remember. “What day is it now, Stephanie?”
She smiled at me and started injecting things into the IV in my hand. “There’s a calendar on the wall, you know. But it’s Monday. Are you up for a walk after we’re done here?”
I groaned. “Hell, no.” I looked over at her, sitting at the edge of my bed. She was young, probably just out of nursing school. And cute. I could probably use that to my advantage. “You have a boyfriend?”
She looked down at my arm and grinned. Cute little dimples dotted each cheek. “I do. And even if I didn’t, I can’t date patients.” She looked up at me, still grinning. “Besides, your fiancée might have something to say about that.”
My nostrils flared at the word. I felt my jaw tighten just thinking about it. “Right, my fiancée.” Robin hadn’t so much as shown her face to me since right after the surgery; at least, not that I could remember. I had heard she’d been around harassing the nursing staff,
My bottom lip quivered. “Or what? You’ll force me?” I felt my hand go clammy in his. I might have been drunk, but there was no mistaking the fear I was feeling at that moment.
His eyes barely narrowed. “Don’t make me do that.”
My heart raced in my chest again and my head spun. “I don’t want to. No.” I yanked my hand away with every bit of strength I had in my body. “You have to stop this.” I stood up from the table, unable to move any further than that.
“I can’t turn back now, Jenna. It’s already done.”
I looked around the room, trying to find a way out. Any way out. “Don’t do this, Daniel.”
“Then come with me. Come with me willingly, and none of this has to hurt either of us.” He pinned me with his dark eyes again. “Choose me.”
I could only barely get my whisper out through my clenched jaw. “No.”
----
“ Y ou’re sure that’s all you remember?”
“Yeah.” Apparently, I was now coherent enough to answer questions from the police. The hospital made a special exception, allowing the police officer into the critical care unit. Robin and her fucking special exceptions.
“You’re not giving us much to go on here, Mr. Richardson. This guy roughed you up pretty good. You’re sure you don’t remember anything else?”
“I’m sure.” I remembered too much, none of which would help him to help me in any way. Better to keep my mouth shut and keep Jen safe.
The guy pulled out a card and handed it to me. “If you think of anything else, anything at all, call me directly. The number’s right there on the card.”
I gave him a curt nod. “Will do, officer.”
“Detective. Detective Adams. Let me know if you think of anything else that might help us catch this guy.”
“Sure.” I tucked my arms behind my head and shifted onto my side—the only position I had found so far that was even remotely comfortable.
“Alright. Well, let me know.” He turned and walked toward the glass door of my tiny hospital room. He turned back to face me before opening the door. “Mr. Richardson, did you defend yourself? Give this guy any bruises or injuries that might help us identify him?”
“No. I never saw it coming.” I winced as I felt a stab of pain where a piece of my liver had once been. One wrong move with my arm and it was like it was happening all over again. “I don’t have anything else to tell you.” Lies. I could give them his name, his address, next of kin. But she would be next, and I couldn’t let that happen.
“Okay, well, I hope you’re feeling better soon.” The detective nodded at me and turned back to the door.
The cute little night nurse came in as soon as he left. She had a handful of pills and syringes with her, meant to drug me up to hell, obviously.
I didn’t want any of it. That stuff fucked with my head like nothing I had ever had before. How long had I even been there? Two days? Maybe three. I couldn’t really remember. “What day is it now, Stephanie?”
She smiled at me and started injecting things into the IV in my hand. “There’s a calendar on the wall, you know. But it’s Monday. Are you up for a walk after we’re done here?”
I groaned. “Hell, no.” I looked over at her, sitting at the edge of my bed. She was young, probably just out of nursing school. And cute. I could probably use that to my advantage. “You have a boyfriend?”
She looked down at my arm and grinned. Cute little dimples dotted each cheek. “I do. And even if I didn’t, I can’t date patients.” She looked up at me, still grinning. “Besides, your fiancée might have something to say about that.”
My nostrils flared at the word. I felt my jaw tighten just thinking about it. “Right, my fiancée.” Robin hadn’t so much as shown her face to me since right after the surgery; at least, not that I could remember. I had heard she’d been around harassing the nursing staff,
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