Page 78 of Petite Fleur

Chapter 29

Leon Aldon

The last two days have been shit.

Maeve isn't saying anything to me, and she's not even leaving our bedroom.

When I come home from work, she's already asleep; she doesn't move when I join her in bed, and she's sitting on the windowsill reading when I get up for the gym in the morning.

She doesn't even spare me a glance when I get up.

I haven't been able to take my leg off in two days because I'm afraid she'll try to run again and hurt herself.

Hopefully, she's learned that the shock is painful and unavoidable and that if she makes it to the property line and I'm not there to pull her back, she'll just keep getting shocked.

So, I've been leaving my leg on non-stop.

It fucking hurts.

I know it's bruised; I see it in the shower and at the gym.

Fuck, it's still sore as Hell from having the house so cold, but it's temporary, and for her safety, so it's worth it.

But I did turn the thermostat up a little after noticing she's actually been cold at night, so I think that will help my leg.

However, I hate that she isn't speaking to me, but I'll crack her, I just have to give her time to warm up to me.

I have yet to tell her that she can take her finals online as long as they are monitored by a professor to ensure that she isn't cheating.

I spoke to the college, and she can take her finals in two weeks.

I think that will fix her mood, knowing she won't have to retake her third year of college.

I'll tell her after dinner. Hopefully, she'll eat something; she has yet to eat a single bite since I brought her here.

It's concerning, and if it doesn't stop soon, I will have to intervene.

I've been giving her sports drinks, just so she doesn't make herself sick by not eating, but it's not enough.

She needs calories. She needs a fucking meal.

The plan today was to come home and make a large meal, something that she can’t resist, but I’ve had a rough day today and need my girl.

I had to make the unfortunate call to have one of my patients committed.

She was a young woman around Maeve’s age and was assaulted after a party after her drink was spiked.

She told me about how she could still see the faces of the men whenever she closed her eyes and how she's terrified that she could be pregnant.

She confided in me that she was going to jump from the tallest building in Houston if she was pregnant.

I want to help her, but I also need her alive.

I wrote her a prescription for a medical abortion pill, waited until the pharmacy said she had filled it and called in that I needed her put into treatment.

I know it sucks; I know she didn't want to be put on suicide watch, but I can help her if she lets me.

I know she doesn't really want to die; she cried in my office, telling me that she wanted to live, that she's tired of seeing their faces when she closes her eyes. She's tired of being scared of running into these men. I can handle that, but not today.

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