Remy:
The white walls of my padded room surrounded me, the ceiling matching the walls. Death seemed like a gift at this point, the constant abuse and attacks getting to me. Spinning the makeshift blade in my palm, it was almost time. Getting onto my knees, salty tears hit the floor. Cutting the main vein, a sad smile dawned on my face as ruby poured onto the floor. Cutting the other one, my vision blurred. An alarm blared, the voices fading in and out. Collapsing into the growing pool of ruby, men in scrubs wheeled me off into the emergency room of the hospital. Fading into what I thought was sweet death, a vaguely familiar face hovered over me.
Snapping awake, both Lucas and Domy were fussing over me as everything came back into focus. Embracing me from both sides, Ashley skidded in. Guilt dimmed my eyes at her broken nose and black eye, tears welling up in my eyes. Struggling to sit up, I held my hand out to hers. Shaking in my spot, the words hovered at the end of my tongue. What should I say for scaring the shit out of everyone? All of them were here for me and the only thing I could do was quiver in my spot. The damage was bad enough from the damn attack, guilt dimming my eyes at the sight of Lucas and a fretting Ashley.
"I am so sorry you got hurt." I choked out brokenly, my hair bouncing with each word. "I shouldn't have stopped to talk to you. You should stop being friends with me." Moving aside, Ashley smashed into my arms. Holding me with all of her inner frustration, her slender hands refused to let me go. Surprise rounded my eyes at her tears soaking my shoulders, her wet eyes meeting mine. Why did she have to care so freaking much? People only got hurt around me and they knew that.
"You are so fucking stupid thinking that you can run around without security." She chastised me sternly, her hands cupping my face. "We all love you in this room and we want you to live to be an old lady. You can't get there if you keep putting yourself in danger's way, you stupid dumb ass." Cupping her hands, the boys hung back. Flashing her my real smile, her face lit up as bright as mine. Of course my friend would stand by my side. It was Ashley who would patch me up in high school, her scars catching my eyes.
"Gee, I sure was lucky to have my cop friend come by and help me." I joked lightly, her head shaking in response. "Move." Ripping out the tubes in the top of my hands, the equipment went haywire as I swung the IV holder over her head. Sparks drifted aimlessly as the stained knife from my attack before clashed violently with the metal. Dropping it onto the floor, my stitches had popped. Domy tackled the bastard to the floor, Ashley pulling out a pair of handcuffs from her belt. Getting off of him, she pinned him to the floor. Calling for backup, Domy rushed over to me. Pressing a nearby towel to my shoulder, his words faded in and out. A female doctor pushed him to the side, her needle to the ready. Officers rushed in, the face of one of my mother's victims cussing me out as he was dragged out. Stitching my shoulder back up, her stern words went one ear and out the other. Cleaning me up, she walked out of the room briskly. Pushing past the pain, Ashley excused herself with her colleagues. Domy yanked me into a desperate embrace, Lucas hugging me from the other side. Smiling softly to myself, I felt real joy for the first time in a while. Letting me go, a couple of nurses came back in to hook me back up. Terror rounded my eyes, one of them had the wrong bag. Grinning evilly, I leapt off the bed. Sprinting down the halls, my shoulder screamed out in pain. Silent tears stained my cheeks, Ashley's eyes widening at the crazed nurse chasing after me. Cursing to myself, life was returning back to normal. Leaping over an empty hospital bed, one kick had it on the ground. Hiding around the next corner, I pulled my good arm back. The nurse came around the corner, one swift punch sending her into the air. Grabbing my ankle, my forehead smacked against the metal handle. Curling into a ball, she threw me into the mirror. Crashing to the floor, both of us cried out as glass embedded itself in our skin. Crawling away, the nurse was faster. Dragging me down the hall, she locked the boys into my hospital room. Clawing at the cheap linoleum floor, a trail of ruby led me back to where we were. Ripping a pocket knife from her pocket, I managed to get closer to look at her. Golden waves framed a normally friendly face, malice glittering in her ocean blue eyes. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, the knife hovering over my bump. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, terror widening my eyes. My face paled, the door rattled with my husband demanding that she put me down. Pinning me to the wall, no words could describe the fear I was feeling. Paralyzed for the first time in one of these fights, the speed of my heart rate was alarming. Damn, these people were really trying to kill me.
"I didn't do anything." I pleaded with a steady flow of tears, her knife swinging towards my bump. "Like hell you are even going to get close!" Jamming my knee into her arm, the blade landed in my thigh. Letting out a tortured scream, her hands dropped me. Limping away, I fumed internally at the fact that I had a bad shoulder and leg now. Spinning on my good heel, a kick shattered the lock keeping them away from me. Cursing under my breath, every cell in me wanted these attacks to end.
"Take me home!" I demanded hotly, Domy placing me over my shoulder with Lucas carrying our stuff out. Leaping into his car, he peeled away from the chaos. Dialing up a number, the glass was digging into my skin with every second I was sitting in the passenger seat. Turning my head towards them, blood stung my left eyeball. Hanging up the phone, my calmness threw them off. Being so used to these attacks had me a little to calm at this point, my heart rate only going a little too funky.
"I take it you are going to call a house doctor now." I expressed softly, hating the mess I put the two of them in. "May I go back to work with you? I can sit on the floor and type. We can drop him off to school together. I don't really want to be alone. At least we are going on vacation next week. I know that I could use one." Stunned by my response, this was a typical day for me.
"You can stop that look now. I am used to people throwing me around. My only concern is about my baby. These wounds hurt but seeing that you are okay is what makes every moment worth it." I chirped cheerfully, beginning to feel the pain. "If I lingered on every bad thing that happened to me then I would be dead. You both obviously know that secret but don't tell anyone. It would destroy what I had left of my tattered reputation." Shivering in my seat, the blood wouldn't stop flowing. Peeling into his garage, he carried me into the bathroom. Ordering Lucas to get a bunch of medical supplies from the box in the back of his closet, a numb stare was all I could muster. Rushing in with everything the poor boy was panicking, Domy's next words breaking me.
"I am going to sell this place and build a new one with our best security so you can be safe at night." He promised me sweetly, plucking out the pieces of glass. "You are way too calm about this." Fighting back a fresh wave of tears, the agony of the wounds really catching up. Lifting up my bangs, the bloody bruise made Lucas wince. Cleaning up my wound, a long sigh escaped his lips. Shit, the boy didn't need to see this. Why did I choose to keep putting him in such danger?
"You know that I love you, right?" Lucas remarked in the gentlest tone, placing a large bandage on it. "Stay alive for me. I don't know what I would do without you. Do your best to get better." Pressing his hands together, salty tears splashed against my lap. Cocking my head to the right, I donned my real smile. Taking a deep breath, it stung quite a bit. Pushing through the pain, he needed to know that I would always be there for him.
"You can count on me sticking around, kid." I declared through a wall of tears, his eyes rolling. "I think you should get cleaned up and ready for bed. I do have to take you to school tomorrow. Good night." Kissing the top of my head, he backed out slowly. Pausing in the doorway, the frame of the door groaned under his grasp. I didn't deserve such a nice kid, my guilt rotting away my soul.
"Night, Mom." He chirped as cheerfully as he could, running off towards his room. Helping him pick out the glass, the bowl was becoming full. The cuts were small, his voice snapping me out of my trance. What could he do to keep me safe?
"I am taking you to a private doctor from now on and we are having dinner with Lilianna on Friday." He announced with a quiet smile, his warmth taking the shock away. "I only want you to be safe. I need to ask you one thing. Why didn't you tell me about all the time you spent in the mental hospital? You aren't having suicidal urges, right?" That last one was two questions, his nimble fingers untying the hospital gown. Beginning to work on my back, my eyes fell on the bruise forming on the heel of my foot. My wrist brushed against the handle of her blade, the damn thing quivering in my thigh. Why didn't I kick the damn thing with better control? Seeming like a surface wound, this was the worst beating I had taken in a while. Holding my leg down, my good hand curled around the handle. Yanking out the knife, I used the hospital gown to slow down the bleeding. Taking the stitching needle from his kit, my shaking fingers threaded the needle. Placing a piece of leather in my mouth, the needle danced in and out of my skin. Tying a neat bow, I spit the leather out. None of that was a fantastic conversation starter, my eyes rolling. I tried to kill myself everyday for months sounded so freaking cheerful and not creepy at all, right?
"I am not." I growled through gritted teeth, my eyebrow twitching irritably. "I didn't think it was important. Those months were literal Hell between the hallucinations and those attempts. It wasn't the best conversation starter." A jolt of pain shocked my body, his strong hands spinning me around. Tucking my hair behind my ear, his lips brushed against my forehead. Resting his hand on my bump, his lips pressed against mine hungrily. Arching my body towards him, a tender blush rose to my cheeks. Stop diffusing the situation with your perfect kiss, you bastard.
"Don't be grumpy." He teased me with a quiet smile, wiping away my tears. "How about we get you cleaned up?" Getting the bath ready, he dropped a bath bomb into the water. Setting me into the steaming water, he climbed in after me. Reaching for the shower head, warm water soaked my wild hair. Massaging the shampoo into my air, I was seconds from falling asleep. Washing it out, the bubbles floated on the surface of the water. Kissing the nape of my neck as he washed me up, all of my breath leaving me every single time his chest pressed up against my back. Glancing back at him, his lips pressed against mine sweetly. Quit being so perfect, I growled under my breath. His loving gaze softened my expression, my armor was down once more.
"You are a little distracting." I whined playfully, another pang ruining the moment. Getting out, I could only watch him dry himself off. If I could move, I would take him. Scooping me in the world's fluffiest towel, he carried me to the bed. Laying me down, it felt like a train had hit me. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, sweet slumber stealing me away.
Leaning over to check the time, a small scream burst from my lips. Late, I was running fucking late. Tugging on my lilac lace bra set, I tugged on a simple cotton emerald dress. The skirt hugged my bump, the deep v-neck emphasizing my cleavage. Rushing downstairs, Domy stopped me at the bottom. Panic rounded my eyes at my legs giving out, his arms catching me.
"I have a doctor coming any minute now, so where are you going?" He queried with a firm tone, Lucas seeming nowhere to be found. "Lucas is already at school thanks to me. Stay on the couch and I will make you some breakfast." Sitting me down on the couch, he made his way into the kitchen. Working on a simple egg scramble, food was the last thing I wanted.
"A painkiller would be nice but I can't take that right now." I snapped hotly, another wave of pain crippling me. "Oh wait, I can't have that right now." Laying back, he towered over me with a steaming plate of eggs. Helping me sit up, he placed it in my hands. Choosing not to be mad at me, he hid his frustration with a tired smile. Kissing the top of my head, his phone rang. Excusing himself, I set the plate of eggs down. The thought of food nauseated me, my shaking hands grabbed the empty trash can. Vomit burned its way up my throat, the chunks hitting the bottom. My face paled, clammy sweat drenched my skin. Silent tears streamed down my face, the last of it coming out. Setting the trash can down, a knock made me jump into the air. Struggling to my feet, Domy rushed to the door the moment I crashed back down onto the couch. Letting in a middle aged man with thinning blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, he had a large black case. Having a small conversation, a migraine began to throb to life. Walking over to me, Domy presented him with a cautious smile. Wonderful! More people for me to get killed because of my past.
"This is my family doctor, Dr. Canston. He is mainly an OBGYN but he can treat your other wounds if you need it. I trust him." He promised me gently, my eyes rolling as I laid on my back. "I will be right here." Dr. Canston looked me up and down, his head shaking. Let the judging begin, I grumbled under my breath.
"How are you still alive after yesterday? I see two stab wounds and a bunch of little cuts." He grumbled bitterly, his finger poking my stitches. "Those look nearly professional. What fresh hell has your life been? Putting all that aside, I need to check up on your child. I need to go get my ultrasound machine from my van. Domy, why did it take you this long to contact me? Did you really think it was okay to bring to a hospital with all that danger!" Hiding my smile underneath my hand, it was humorous to see him get reprimanded by someone. A fit of laughter burst from my lips, my hand cupping my bump.
"I thought no one could yell at you like that." I laughed blithely, Domy's face softening into a sly grin. Leaning over me as he left to go get his machine, his brow cocked in response. The sly grin grew wider, his lips pressing against mine hungrily. Intertwining his fingers with mine, our heartbeats were all we could hear for a minute. The door opening snapped us out of the tender moment, the good doctor pushing in a big machine. Straightening up, he had seen enough to make a snarky response.
"I see how that happened." He teased lightly, wheeling it over to me. "As for your digestive issues, I called my friend and he will see you from now on. He will come to you. The only thing you will have to go in for is, well you know." Grumbling under my breath, we both watched him plug in his machine. Wondering how much this was going to cost, a long sigh poured from my lips. Asking for a blanket, he placed it over my legs. Lifting up the hem of my skirt, a cold jelly made me gasp. Apologizing under his breath, a minor panic attack started up. Domy's hand took mine, his sympathetic smile somehow made me feel a bit better. The machine hummed to life, awkward silence poisoned the air. Calibrating the machine, a look of serenity dawned on the doctor's face. What was he going to say?
"This is my favorite part." He chimed jovially, placing the wand on my bump. "Let's find the baby." Moving it around, tears welled up in my eyes at the sound of a heartbeat. Domy's hand squeezed mine tighter, an exhausted smile twitching on his lips. A single tear slid down his cheek, Canston printing out a couple of pictures. Picking up the wand, he did a quick exam of everything downstairs. Finishing up with everything, Domy helped me sit up. Plopping down next to me, he rested his hands on his knees. Stunned by the moment, the fact that we were going to have a baby was now surreal.
"I didn't see anything wrong but you have to be careful." He lectured me with a kind smile, Domy's tapping foot annoying me. "You need to calm down. It takes two to tango. If you are anything like your father, then you will do fine. I can't prescribe you much for the p-" Raising my hand in the air, a bright smile dawned on my lips. Waving away any concern, he needed to know that I would be fine.
"I can handle it. I was merely being grumpy earlier. My childhood gifted me a high pain tolerance." I remarked with pure honesty, my head tilting to the left. "I am glad that our baby is okay. I promise to do my best to stay out of trouble." A second wave of nausea hit me, Domy handing me the trash can. The doctor excused himself with his machine in tow, everything sinking in. Staring numbly ahead, life had dealt me an odd hand. Snowflakes fluttered in the sky, my eyes falling on the calendar. It was getting close to Christmas, his face lighting up at the white stuff. How strange was it that it had started snowing now?
"I want to stay here." I admitted sheepishly, his loving gaze falling on me. "We can install the latest product from your new line of security items. The glass is already bullet proof, isn't it?" Bewildered by my observation, the awkwardness made him look adorable. Like it or not, he was a giant in the business of security. The whole world had heard of him with the countless interviews he participated in. If I was being honest, he came off as an asshole. He was cold and heartless as when he first met me, my mind wondering why I didn't recognize him that day. Was it the fact that his hair was slicked back like it used to be? Come to think of it, he did look much more human that day underneath the icy glare.
"Where did you go?" He queried with a quiet chuckle, his hand taking mine. Turning my attention back to him, his loving gaze caused a tender blush to rise to my cheeks. Rubbing the back of my head, he didn't know about all of my inner thoughts. Tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, his thumb traced my cheek. What was he thinking about?
"I think I remember from all those interviews where you had your hair slicked back. Brisk would be a polite way to describe you at the time. So when you approached me in the coffee shop with your new haircut or whatever, I didn't recognize you." I commented with an anxious chuckle, scarlet colored his cheeks. "I didn't know you were this nice. I am so happy I married you. You are my home, Domy." Laying my head onto his lap, his fingers played with my hair. Nearly falling asleep again, the moment felt so tender and foreign to me.
"Okay, my yellow rose." He whispered huskily, my thighs rubbing together. "Stop that. We can play when you are a bit better. I should go get you a ginger ale." Shaking my head, having him hold me would make me feel better. Facing him, a rare peace came over his face.
"You can do your work but let me lay on your lap, 'kay." I pleaded pathetically, not understanding the words coming from my mouth. "I don't want to be alone." Scooping me up, his arms muscles aroused me way too much. Opening the door, a cloud of dust made us choke. Turning on the light, years of dust covered everything. Rows and rows of my books lined the shelves, his laptop resting in his free hand. When did he grab that? Dusting everything off, he took his place at his desk. Setting an alarm, his free hand had his desk arranged the way he wanted it. Curling my arms around his neck, a satisfied sigh escaped his lips the moment I rested my head on his chest. Getting deep into his work, my mind wandered where I could take the sequel. Depressing thoughts only met my mind, the fact that I had been so suicidal dooming me to have my husband worry about me forever. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids, sweet slumber stealing me away.