Page 61 of Deceiver

The doctor leaves after telling me that he’ll go and get the discharge papers, and it’s best if I just go home and rest.

Rest.

How can I rest when my heart is broken?

The moment he walks out, a nurse comes in and begins doing a few more tests. I roll to my side, the tears that seemingly never want to end, flowing out once more. I knew what the outcome would be, but hearing it confirmed only makes it that much worse.

The bed dips and the nurses voice rings out, “You can’t get in...”

Whatever Western does, has her sentence being cut off mid speech. She doesn’t say another word to him as his big body settles in behind me and he pulls me into his arms. I’ve loved every moment of comfort he has given me through this. He has stepped up in a way that I never would have thought he could, or even would. He hasn’t said much, at all, but he has been here for me in a way he never has before.

It only makes it so much harder not to love him.

Once the doctor comes in and I’m discharged, Western brings me back to the club. He isn’t going to leave me alone after what Bill did, and I can’t say I blame him. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want him to get near me again. What I want, is for this to be over. I’m willing to do whatever it takes for that man to leave me alone. I can deal with Western and the things he’s involved in later. For now, I just need to feel safe again.

I rest for a few hours, and when I wake, I’m feeling a little better.

Western isn’t in the shed when I rise, but he has left out some water and painkillers, as well as a bakery bag filled with some pastries. Next to it, is my phone and purse. He must have gotten my call before Bill took me, and he managed to locate my phone. I don’t care how he did that, I’m just glad that he got to my things before someone else did.

Pulling out my phone, I see a few missed calls from Leo and Luna. I message them both and tell them I’ve come down with something, and I send an extra one to Luna telling her that I’ll update her later, but that I’m not pregnant anymore. I don’t go into detail, I can’t even think of it without feeling the heavy pit form in my stomach. I know it was only early, but I truly didn’t think it would bother me so much for it to end how it did.

I know I’m full of a lot of emotions right now, which doesn’t help.

I try to focus on moving forward.

It’s all I can do.

The door opens just as I sit down with a coffee and pastry, and Western comes in. He’s got his phone in his hand, and he’s talking to someone. When he notices me awake, he ends the call and walks over, stopping in front of me. His eyes scan my face, and I have so many things I want to say to him, to let him know just how much his support meant to me, but nothing comes out. All I can do is stare up at him and give him a small smile.

“You’re lookin’ better.”

I nod. “I feel a little better.”

He pulls a chair out, dragging it in front of me where he sits down. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes locked onto mine. “How long did you know?”

I swallow the painful lump in my throat. “I had only just found out. I was coming to tell you when Bill got hold of me...”

He processes this.

“Did you want it?”

My bottom lip trembles, and I look down at the pastry in my hand.

“Bonnie, look at me,” Western orders, lifting my chin. “Did you want it?”

“Yes,” I croak.

His fingers release my chin and slide up the side of my face. “Then one day soon, you’ll have it. But not until you’re safe.”

What does that mean?

What does any of this mean?

I can’t process it right now.

“I want to thank you for what you did. For being there for me.”

He nods.

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