Page 43 of Drawn to You
Chapter 17
Brittney
I’ve never been so sleepy in my entire life. The funny thing is, I’m aware I’m asleep and I want to wake up, but my body doesn’t cooperate. There isn’t anything I can do except feel frustrated and confused. I hear someone calling my name constantly, glass shattering and then men arguing and fighting. The men’s voices sound familiar, but I can’t quite register them in my mind because my brain is all fussy and my thoughts are jumping around. What’s happening to me? Where am I? I feel trapped and need oxygen. It’s all dark around me. I’m in the bottom of a pit. I want to move out of here, but my arms are limp. Finally, light greets me and I feel a pair of powerful arms holding me to a warm body. I can’t see his face, but I know I’m safe.
My eyes flutter open finally, and I glance around me. Where the hell am I?
The first thing I see is the ceiling and then a curtain. Someone is napping next to the bed I’m lying on. It looks like I’m in a hospital. I struggle to sit up but soon hear the beeping of a machine.
The noise startles me and the person. He sits up right away, and he smiles.
“Andrew?” I whisper.
He moves closer to me and strokes my face. “How’re you feeling, Brittney?” he murmurs.
“What happened? Why am I in a hospital?”
He squeezes my hand and pauses. “Mason might’ve drugged you while you were in his house.”
“What?” I blink, trying to recall the fact, but all I remember is getting into his car and driving along Sunset. “I was in his house?”
“You don’t remember that?” he says, looking worried. “Do you remember drinking the orange juice? The cops are checking to see whether it has any drug in it.”
“I don’t remember.” I shake my head, and then I squeeze my eyes shut because my head hurts. “But I remember eating a bubble gum in his car, and nothing after that.”
“Holy shit,” Andrew curses.
“Why did he drug me?” I ask, horrified by the fact I can’t recall the time I spent with the man. “What did he do to me?”
He pauses and squeezes my hand. “He… wanted to violate you but didn’t get the chance. The doctor confirmed you were fine.”
“Oh God,” I squeeze my eyes shut again. And Andrew holds me.
“Is she awake?” I hear a woman’s voice and open my eyes. It’s the nurse.
“Yes, I’m awake,” I say.
“Good.”
“But she doesn’t remember everything,” Andrew says.
“Don’t worry. It’s the effect of the drug. You’ll be able to recall things soon,” she says to me. “Are you hungry?”
I pause. “I don’t know.”
“Have you eaten dinner?” Andrew asks me.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. At least not before getting into his car.”
“That means no,” he says.
“I’ll bring her something,” the nurse says and leaves the room.
The nurse returns a moment later and places a tray of food on the over-bed table. I look at the pale mashed potatoes, boiled veggies, and chicken filet without appetite, but Andrew picks up the fork.
“Come on, Britt, be a good girl. Eat something.”
He scoops up some potatoes and pushes them to my lips. I hesitate for a moment, not because I’m reluctant to eat, but because I don’t remember being fed by anyone. I blush and open my mouth. I stare at Andrew as I chew, and I have the feeling I don’t know him. When I last saw him, he was in his office. We were discussing some promotion plans, and he was very serious. And before that, we were in his house; he was drunk and quite ferocious. Although blurry, I recall the details of what he did, and my thighs feel tingly. But at the moment, his expression is new. He isn’t my boss or my intimate partner. He’s more like a family member who really cares about me. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
