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pour into what comes out of my mouth. "Stop it, please, just stop. You make me feel like a complete imbecile when you say shit like that. I'm not stupid, despite what you think about my job, and I'm smarter than I look. Just because I don't have some Ivy League education doesn't mean I'm not capable of taking care of myself. I will not be treated like this by you or anyone else." Fury races through my body. "Forcing me to take your help – demanding that I bow down like some servant at your feet while I gulp up all the help you can offer – will get you nowhere with me. If you want to help me, Mikah, forget about me. Go back to the life you had twenty-four hours ago. I'm not worth it."
The tears flow harder, faster, and I break out into full-on sobs. I pull my hand from his and rub at my eyes, burying my face in my hands. He reaches up to take my hand, but I pull it away from him and turn to face the opposite direction.
"Vivienne?"
I don't answer him. I‘m afraid my answer will just piss him off, and I don't want to know what the outcome of that will be.
"Vivienne. Please? I'm sorry," he pleads.
"Just get out," I say.
"No, I want to stay."
"Damn it, Mikah, get out of here! Go home, go back to work, go...wherever it is you feel you need to be."
"I need to be here, with you."
"No, you don't! Now get out before I call the nurse!"
I feel the air around him go cold. My body starts to shake as panic sets in. I’ve upset him, made him mad.
The bed jerks slightly as he pulls back from it. I hear him stand and walk to the door. The knob turns, the door clicks. A couple more steps and I hear the door swing closed behind him.
The sobs start immediately. What have I done?
Riley's voice comes back to me, blasting through my ears and my brain. You're a no-good whore. You’re good for nothing, you will always be nothing, and you deserve nothing.
My whole body convulses with sobs. I can't stop. I can't breathe. I pull in quick breaths, on the verge of hyperventilation.
I can't. I can't do this. What was I thinking? I can't possibly do this on my own. All he wanted to do was help, and I pushed him away. For God's sake, he was red eyed after the ultrasound. He was here, holding my hand, stroking my hair, supporting me, being here for me, and I just threw him out of my room.
I really am hyperventilating now. I’m not getting enough air, and I can’t seem to calm myself down. I manage to press the call button. A glance up at the monitor confirms that my heart rate is climbing. I hit the button again and again. Then suddenly I hear feet running in the hall, shouts coming from outside the door. I’m desperate for air. Just as the door flies open I vomit all over the bed and black out.
ELEVEN
I come to slowly, my eyes fluttering before opening, and the first thing that hits me is that I’m in a different room. This one’s decorated in a soft pink, and the lights are dimmed. I hear paper shuffling to my left and I close my eyes again, tight, hoping it’s not him.
"He's not here," a female voice says. Dr. Alston? "He left just before you lost consciousness. Said that you asked him to leave. Why?" I just shake my head. "He was quite upset when he left here."
"I asked him to leave because he sees me as a charity case."
"Sometimes our pride gets in the way of seeing the truth," she says softly. I open my eyes and look at her. She is sitting in a small recliner, a binder on her lap. She’s wearing dark-framed glasses, and her platinum blond hair is no longer pulled back. Instead of scrubs, she’s in a full-length black skirt and sequined blouse that shimmers in the soft light.
She notices me staring. "Sorry. I have a benefit event to go to in just a little while,” she explains. “But I wanted to stay up here as long as I could. I was hoping you’d wake up. I wanted to talk to you about your blood work."
"Is everything alright?"
She nods. "Everything is okay under the
The tears flow harder, faster, and I break out into full-on sobs. I pull my hand from his and rub at my eyes, burying my face in my hands. He reaches up to take my hand, but I pull it away from him and turn to face the opposite direction.
"Vivienne?"
I don't answer him. I‘m afraid my answer will just piss him off, and I don't want to know what the outcome of that will be.
"Vivienne. Please? I'm sorry," he pleads.
"Just get out," I say.
"No, I want to stay."
"Damn it, Mikah, get out of here! Go home, go back to work, go...wherever it is you feel you need to be."
"I need to be here, with you."
"No, you don't! Now get out before I call the nurse!"
I feel the air around him go cold. My body starts to shake as panic sets in. I’ve upset him, made him mad.
The bed jerks slightly as he pulls back from it. I hear him stand and walk to the door. The knob turns, the door clicks. A couple more steps and I hear the door swing closed behind him.
The sobs start immediately. What have I done?
Riley's voice comes back to me, blasting through my ears and my brain. You're a no-good whore. You’re good for nothing, you will always be nothing, and you deserve nothing.
My whole body convulses with sobs. I can't stop. I can't breathe. I pull in quick breaths, on the verge of hyperventilation.
I can't. I can't do this. What was I thinking? I can't possibly do this on my own. All he wanted to do was help, and I pushed him away. For God's sake, he was red eyed after the ultrasound. He was here, holding my hand, stroking my hair, supporting me, being here for me, and I just threw him out of my room.
I really am hyperventilating now. I’m not getting enough air, and I can’t seem to calm myself down. I manage to press the call button. A glance up at the monitor confirms that my heart rate is climbing. I hit the button again and again. Then suddenly I hear feet running in the hall, shouts coming from outside the door. I’m desperate for air. Just as the door flies open I vomit all over the bed and black out.
ELEVEN
I come to slowly, my eyes fluttering before opening, and the first thing that hits me is that I’m in a different room. This one’s decorated in a soft pink, and the lights are dimmed. I hear paper shuffling to my left and I close my eyes again, tight, hoping it’s not him.
"He's not here," a female voice says. Dr. Alston? "He left just before you lost consciousness. Said that you asked him to leave. Why?" I just shake my head. "He was quite upset when he left here."
"I asked him to leave because he sees me as a charity case."
"Sometimes our pride gets in the way of seeing the truth," she says softly. I open my eyes and look at her. She is sitting in a small recliner, a binder on her lap. She’s wearing dark-framed glasses, and her platinum blond hair is no longer pulled back. Instead of scrubs, she’s in a full-length black skirt and sequined blouse that shimmers in the soft light.
She notices me staring. "Sorry. I have a benefit event to go to in just a little while,” she explains. “But I wanted to stay up here as long as I could. I was hoping you’d wake up. I wanted to talk to you about your blood work."
"Is everything alright?"
She nods. "Everything is okay under the
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