Chapter 13

I sit in the bleak looking hospital room, grateful that Johnathon had the common sense to leave me alone and sit

in the hallway. I’m so angry at him for forcing me to come here when I don’t want to go. I feel a sense of panic. What if they call my father and tell him I’m here? He’ll kill me for sure. I try to hold my tears at bay as a young woman

comes walking in, dressed in a doctor’s coat. She looks concerned and I wonder if she’s been told about my injuries already. I bet Johnathon told her.

“Winter” the woman says quietly, and I glance at her name tag. It reads Laura. She continues with a smile that

I’m sure she means to be reassuring. “I hear that you’ve been badly hurt. Can you show me where?”

“I really need to get home” I say hastily. “I was expected to be there ages ago.”

She frowns. “I’m sure your family is worried about you. Would you like me to call them?”

I shook my head ” No, it’s fine. I don’t want to bother them.”

She gives me a strange look but theres no way I want them contacting my father or my brother. I shudder at the thought.

“It hurts here” I finally mumble as she looks at me, patiently waiting. I know she’s not going to leave me alone until I show her and so I reluctantly push up my shirt and jumper so she can look at my ribs. Laura gently prods my rib cage and I give a yelp, unable to help myself. Christ that hurt. Now Laura is looking away and I fidget as I see her looking over at my old bruises.

I do, feeling a lot less vulnerable now that my body is covered. “Your ribs are

massive amount of pain. Maybe, if I rationed them, I could keep some for at home when the pain from my beatings get too

my stomach and rib cage to make me more comfortable. At this rate I won’t heal until late

back up” Laura orders me and I do, wincing as she puts the bandage on tight, not enough to restrict my breathing, but firm enough that I felt myself beginning to relax as the pain

painkillers and let me go but instead she sits down on the visitor chair and stares directly at me, making me feel extremely nervous. I know what she’s about to ask

moment I hesitate. Yes I want to

Help me. But I don’t. I can’t and my chest feels tight as I answer, lying completely to the kind woman

on a brave face and I can tell she’s trying to tell if I’m telling the truth or lying. I fix my big blue eyes on her

officer’s down here if you’d like to speak to them. Make a

tries again and I feel bad for her. She’s trying to help me and I’m shoving it back

sadly and I nod, watching

The bastard rejected me for heaven’s sake. I shouldn’t feel anything

though there’s still part of the mate bond between us.

shameful secret. It’s none of his business. I don’t even want to imagine the consequences of having a boy take me home and my father seeing it. Heck, Damien would punish me for it as

like I had hoped he sprung around to go and

peer around the corner he’s gone. I limp towards the hospital’s exit, frantically dashing through, hoping that I’ll make it to the main road

behind me, stopping all the staff and patients

going. You are hurt, injured and trying to run. How can you

point? He’d just use his alpha tone on me anyway so it

bed though and plonking myself down, foolishly forgetting about my broken ribs.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255