Page 71 of Losing Control
I feel a hand stroke mine, it’s touch gentle as if it is trying to soothe me.
“Please, baby, I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain. I just want you to love me. I need you to love me. Without you, I am nothing.”
My heart beats at a steady pace.
My mind stops wondering what is going on.
“Wake up,” the voice speaks more urgently, and I try to obey, I really do, but it’s no use. I just want to sleep. I feel content and I need to hold onto that feeling.
I just need peace.
I just want out.
It’s time to give up my fight.
Chapter Fifty-One
Reality sucks
Opening my eyes is excruciating. The light hurts and my head pounds.
I raise my hands up and place them either side of my head, needing to try and stop the thumping that is making me feel sick. I let out a groan and will myself to stop being a baby. I don’t even register where I am until I hear a door open. The sound of the click alerting me, making me turn in the direction of the noise.
“Hi,” he says, making my blood run cold. He walks farther into the room and shuts the door behind him. I glance around quickly, and a blinding pain hits. I cry out and seconds later I feel the bed dip beside me where Michael has sat down.
“Don’t make any sudden movements. You’ve had a bit of an accident.”
An accident? The memory of the last time I was with Michael comes flooding back to me.
I was at work.
Michael barged in, interrupting me and Tyler.
I was on my own with him.
It only took a few seconds for him to hit me.
A hit to my head that knocked me out.
I can still hear the voice of Kim screaming from beyond the closed door.
I want to close my eyes and open them again only for this to be a fucking nightmare. I try it. He’s still there. I’m not imagining it, it’s all real. Fear spikes its way through my body. I need to get out of here, I need to be as far away from him as possible.
“I can see your mind working overtime, Lucy,” Michael says, his voice low and almost threatening. “You have no need to panic. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I don’t answer for fear that anything that I do say will result in him having a meltdown and causing me pain once again. I had gotten away. I had managed to find some solace at Cal’s place. A solace that I clearly took for granted. I thought that Michael wouldn’t be able to get too close to me at work, turns out I was wrong.
“Do you need a drink?” he asks, showing a concern that is laughable after what he has put me through. I shake my head, but he picks a glass up from the bedside table and moves it towards me.
“You really should have some water. You have been asleep for the last fourteen hours.”
“What?” I say in surprise before I can stop myself.
“You obviously needed the rest.”
He’s mental, and I’m fucked.
He brings the glass of water to my lips and I reluctantly take a sip. It tastes so good against my dry mouth that I quickly devour the lot. Michael chuckles as he puts the empty glass back down.
