Page 96 of Bound By Fate
“Did he hurt you?” I asked, needing to know. Not wanting to know but needing too. I already saw the bruises forming on her bicep and the one across her face.
“Just pulled me where he wanted me to go and slapped me. He just scared me.”
I leaned in and touched her lips briefly to mine. “I wanna hear every detail, but we gotta get out of here and let Doc take a look at ya just to be sure.”
“I can’t do this again, Dry. I can’t…”
I pulled her into my arms. “God as my fuckin’ witness, no one will touch a hair on your head. Ever.”
“He locked the doors to the SUV. That was my first sign.” She fell back into my arms. “Please get me out of here.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I had us both out and wrapped in towels. We went into our space and pulled out some clothes.
I didn’t take a moment for me. Instead, I went right to her as she sat on the bed and kneeled in front of her. I held her underwear up for her to easily dress and did the same with everything else.
Even put fluffy socks on her with her sweatpants. She would melt if we went outside, but I didn’t plan on leaving this room for a while.
“I’m gonna grab Doc and have him come over here. Your sister will be pissed, but I don’t give a fuck.”
A small tip of her lip loosened the rope around my heart just a touch.
“Please do. Really I’m physically okay,” she told me as I opened the connecting door and stuck my head out, calling for Doc.
He came in right away.
“Hey, Katie. I’m Doc. Just here to help ya.” Katie nodded. “Got some questions for ya first.”
Doc mostly asked questions about how she was physically handled and if he hurt her in other ways. I had to admit, that one gutted me. Thank God that motherfucker didn’t touch her like that.
Katie did great. I’d thought she’d have a hard time taking her arm out of her shirt and showing it to Doc, but she surprised the shit out of me by just taking off the shirt and allowing Doc to do his thing.
“He’s really dead, right?” Katie said, staring at the door while Doc looked at her arms. “I killed him.”
“He’s dead. And you protected yourself. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you,” I responded.
This seemed to snap her out of wherever she was traveling in her mind. “What?” she asked, honestly puzzled.
“You fought. Even thinking it was me, the man who loves you down to his soul— you fought. You came out breathin’, and that’s all that fuckin’ matters here.”
“I’m done here,” Doc said, breaking the moment. Never had a problem with the man, but I wanted to punch him for the interruption.
“Tylenol if you need it, and you should rest,” Doc ordered, going out of our door instead of going back into the main room and out of Micah’s place.
“Do you need Tylenol?” I asked her as she put her shirt back on.
Her head nodded. “Yeah, I have a headache from hell.”
“Gotcha.” I went back into our attached bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet, finding a small bottle.
I came out and shook two pills in her hand, then went to the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
She took it readily then continued to guzzle down the water until the plastic started making that crunching noise no one liked. To me she could make all the damn noise she wanted to.
“Guess I was thirsty.” She handed me the empty bottle.
“Do you want more?”
“Not now. I really want to lay down.” She didn’t wait for me to say anything, just pushed herself up into the bed and under the covers.
