Page 65 of Unfulfilled Promises
I leaned over and kissed her. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She tried to smile, but she was blinking so much, I worried she was going to fall asleep sitting up. “Lay down, baby. I’ll get changed and be right back.”
She stood, and I pulled the covers back and helped her get under before covering her up. Kissing her forehead, I jogged to the bathroom, removed my wet boxers, and pulled on a pair of sweats pants and a T-shirt before grabbing my first aid pack from my pants and returning to Regan.
She was lying in bed, watching the doorway, and when I got into the bed beside her, she rolled over to face me. “I need to redress that wound before you go to sleep.”
She nodded, and I made quick work of securing a bandage over the gash and taping it down. The whole time, Regan watched me, and when I laid down and lifted my arm, she rolled closer and hooked her leg over mine before resting her head on my shoulder and placing her arm over my stomach.
Wrapping my arm around her, I whispered, “Sleep well, my love.”
I thought she’d already passed out, but her tiny voice was clear as she said, “Good night, Seth. I love you.”
Her breathing evened out and her head grew heavy as she finally allowed sleep to overtake her. The past two days had been exhausting for her, but she never backed down. She didn’t quit until she got the retribution she rightfully deserved.
Now, safe in my arms, she knew she could succumb to the fatigue and allow herself to rest. And here, she would never have to worry about anyone hurting her ever again. Regan was mine, and I would kill anyone who thought they could keep us apart.
I didn’t know what brought the shower situation to pass, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. Regan was able to articulate what she wanted from me, and if that’s all she and I ever got to do, then I’d die a happy man, full on my beautiful woman’s pussy.
And if she wanted more, all she had to do was ask. But something told me Regan was starting an awakening of herself, now that all the ugly secrets had come to life.
And it’s an awakening that I was lucky enough to be a part of.
Chapter 30
Regan
For days, I laid in bed, drugged up from painkillers. One of the men Kelly let at me decided I needed to be punished for not wanting to swallow his nasty cum and he kicked me in the jaw, dislocating it, but thankfully, it wasn’t broken. The doctor who came to check me out wired it shut and said I would be that way for three to four weeks.
He gave me a bottle of pain pills and explained I would have to use a straw to drink and I wouldn’t be able to have solid food until the wires came out. Kelly had a sick grin on her face after he left, and I wanted to punch her in the nose when she started to speak.
“Well, I guess you have an excuse to not speak now,” she reasoned and laughed at my pain.
Crying was the worst thing I could do, even though at that moment it was all I wanted. Not once since the night Sergey escorted me from that house had I shed any tears, but this situation felt hopeless. I couldn’t speak, even if I wanted to, and if she decided to put me back into service, I was terrified of what I would have to endure in silence.
She looked across the room at me and shrugged before turning and leaving me alone. I was glad she was gone but knew she wouldn’t stay that way. For the next couple days, I was brought a protein shake with a straw and my pain meds every four hours. Each time I took them, I passed out while worrying who was going to violate me when I couldn’t fight back.
On the fifth day, I was deep into sedation when someone knocked quietly on the door then opened it slowly. I was so tired, I couldn’t see who it was, so I kept my eyes closed and prayed they would be done quick. Footsteps approached and a tiny voice spoke above me.
“I’m going to make them pay for what they’re doing to us, but you have to hang on until I can get us out of here.” The voice paused and added softly, “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”
They left, and though I wasn’t sure who they were, their promise did little to lessen my fear and worry. No one had shown me kindness the entire time I’d been with Kelly, and every time Ricardo came by, she got more and more angry, demanding the information I had, but I refused to divulge.
A false promise of redemption did nothing to make me feel better. The only thing that would was knowing Kelly, Giovanni, and Ricardo were dead and I never had to worry about the monsters chasing me again. The day Devlin and James burst through the door, taking me from that horrible shack Giovanni called home, gave me hope that maybe that little voice had been telling the truth after all.
If I could just remember who it was.
I blinked my eyes open as a pair of arms pulled tighter around me, and when I saw I was in my bedroom, the relief that washed over me was instant. Relaxing in his arms, Seth placed a kiss on the back of my head.
“Are you okay, baby? You were mumbling in your sleep, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
I rolled over, careful of the bandage on my arm as I looked into his soulful eyes. His smile was warm and inviting, and waking up next to him was going to become one of my favorite things to do.
“Just dreaming about something,” I remarked, and he kissed my forehead.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, and I had a choice to make.
I could continue to act like everything was okay and I didn’t experience trauma and betrayal on a level that was hard to fathom. Or I could start to speak, taking the sting out of the shame and regret I’d allowed myself to wallow in for too long.
