When Lovie finally woke up, she was in excruciating pain throughout her entire body. She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings before slowly recalling the events of the day before.
In horror, Lovie sat up and then lay back down because her entire body hurt. When she glanced at her body, she saw that it was covered in frightening red and brown markings. She heard the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom and got up to change, but her leg was so weak that she fell face down.
The bathroom door was flanked open. "Are you ok?" A raspy voice said from the door.
"Is he serious right now?" Lovie asked herself as she glanced up at his face. "You raped me and still have the guts to ask if I was ok?"
"I apologize; I was under the influence of drugs yesterday, and your accidental touch left me powerless to stop myself." Damon remarked.
"Is he blaming me at the moment?" "I thought something bad was happening to you, which is why I touched you. How can you blame me for what happened?" Lovie yelled at him, unable to believe what she was hearing.
I will accept responsibility by marrying you because yesterday was a significant event in my life and it was also my first time. Damon whispered.
The amount of time she became irate today alone may cause her blood pressure to rise. "Who wants to marry you?" "How can he do this?" "Who wants to marry you?" "How can he do this and then act like it's nothing?" She forced herself to get up on her wobbly legs in order to collect her clothing and leave the room because she didn't want to talk to him any longer.
"I already told my assistant to get you another set of clothes because yours are torn and no longer wearable," Damon politely informed her.
Lovie told herself, "It's okay, just relax; it's illegal to kill someone," because she had been considering killing this fucking dude for an unbelievable period of time. She threw herself back into the blanket and chose to wrap it over her entire body. After settling onto a single chair, Damon felt the woman hiding beneath the blanket was adorable. He didn't want what had happened yesterday to occur, but since it had and he had already slept with her, she could only be his.
About half an hour later, his assistant arrived and said, "Sir, these are the clothes you wanted."
"You can wait for me downstairs; I'll be done soon," Damon said, taking the package from the assistant and dropping it onto the bed. Lovie slowly raised her head from the bed, assuming the bag on the bed held the clothes. She got up again to get her underwear so she could put the clothes on, only to discover that this vile man had torn that too, and she gave him a furious look.
Damon informed her that underwear was also in the bag.
Before she could stop herself, she questioned, "How did you know my size?" Damon grinned and replied, "I know your size because I've already touched everything."
She shrieked, "Pervert," and then hurried off to the restroom. Damon grinned broadly and wondered how someone could be so adorable. Lovie exited the restroom and headed straight toward the door without turning to see Damon. No attempt was made by Damon to stop her.
Damon yelled, "My name is Damon," as she was about to leave the room. Lovie didn't bother to respond, thinking instead, "Who cares what your name is?" Lovie called a cab and gave the driver her home address after leaving the Bluekey Hotel. When the cab was almost at her house, she checked the time and saw that it was almost 1 p.m. She then remembered that she had left the recorder in the room and had to tell the driver to return to the hotel. She blamed her bad luck for running into that man, Damon...
"Can you wait for me here? I will be back soon," Lovie said to the taxi driver, and after receiving a positive answer from the driver, she hurried into the hotel. She opened the room with the card that was with her, took her recorder, and left the hotel. She sat back into the cab and thought to herself, "The only step left for today is to act when I get back home, and this will be the first step of my revenge.".
The cab driver dropped her at the crown's house front yard. She paid the cab driver double for his trouble. She stood at the front of the house to look at the house for like 30 seconds. "It's time to put on my act," Lovie said to herself. She slowly went in, and before she even met anyone from her so-called family, she met the housekeeper first.
The housekeeper yelled at her and pointed her finger at her, "How can you do that to your sister, and you know madam treated you well?" Lovie was not bothered to argue with the housekeeper and only said one word: "Move.". The housekeeper did not want to move and wanted to continue berating her. Lovie pushed the housekeeper out of the way and continued moving into the house.
As soon as Lovie entered the sitting room, a slap flew across her face; her fair face was red, and a clear handprint could be seen on her face. "Dad, why did you slap me? What did I do?" Lovie sat down on the floor and started shedding tears. ". How can you ask me what you did? How can you let something bad like that happen to your sister?" her dad yelled.
"What happened to my sister? Did something happen after I left?" Lovie asked, looking perplexed, as she looked up to gaze at her father.
Lovie's father screamed once more, "What kind of sister are you, and how can you not know that your sister was raped yesterday?"
"How did that happen?" yelled Lovie, "how was she raped? Did she go somewhere else after I dropped her in the room? My stepmother paid for the room, and only Sheila and I have a keycard to the room.