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"Baby, I promise I will never think such a thing, ever. You're my baby aren't you? How could I ever think that about my Blossom? I love you more than anything else in this world nothing could ever stop me from loving you, nothing. Now tell me."
I rubbed her back until she calmed somewhat, then through hiccoughing starts and stops she told me a story that made my blood run even colder.
I listened as she told me about the man that had started visiting after she'd had her first period at the age of twelve. I listened to the horror of her being subjected to vaginal inspections by the man and someone she called the doctor.
I listened as she spoke of her father standing by while strangers violated her. It was a wonder she had escaped with her virginity or her fucking sanity intact. Heaven only knows why the sick bastard hadn't let them take her back then.
I cried in my soul as she cried herself sick in my arms. Apparently the trauma of the accident had brought back her own personal terror to the forefront.
"Why didn't you tell me this before baby?" I brushed her hair lovingly, holding her hand. Doing anything I could to let her know I was there for her and with her.
"I thought you wouldn't want me if you knew...if you knew that I was bad." Her voice was barely above a whisper, so forlorn, so broken.
"Oh no baby no, you mustn't think like that. You did nothing wrong, it was your father and those men that were bad. Do you know why they were doing that to you?"
I held my breath as I awaited her answer, hoping that she was innocent of this at least, that she had no idea. I already had a pretty good idea where this was going and whatever I thought I’d felt before was nothing compared to the black rage that consumed me now.
"The monster was supposed to own me." Fuck me, no.
GIDEON
We spent two days in that hospital room together, two days in which I only left her side to take a shower in her private bath. I'd put everything on hold to take care of her, even giving herhersponge baths because I couldn’t stand for anyone else to touch her.
Always at the back of my mind was the conversation we’d started that night but I was afraid to bring it back up just yet. She was still so fucking fragile. So instead we spent the time talking and kissing, lots of kissing because as Blossom had put it, she needed the practice.
It seems as if she’d gone away in her head, not a mental break like I’d believed at first. More like her way of coping with the trauma was to push it aside and not talk about it. I was prepared for the fallout though. I knew it was only a matter of time before it all caught up with her and when it did. I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
For now we whispered to each other all day, made plans to do the things she liked, places she wanted to see. I had rearranged my whole life in these last two days. My business will have to take a backseat for the foreseeable future because she was now at the top of the list.
Until she was one hundred percent better I wasn’t about to leave her side and I didn’t want anyone else taking care of her either, not even mom unless I was in a bind. I’ll see to all her needs myself. How hard can it be? I had no idea.
It started with her baths; they were a trial because it was hard to look at her without touching her. She was banged up and in pain without the meds and I still wanted her. She caught on quick to what was going on whenever I washed her body.
I guess the fact I spent five minutes washing her pussy was a dead giveaway. She’s such a little tease too and so very responsive to my touch that she’d cum on the washcloth while I held it against her heat.
I threatened to stop and let the nurses take over but she pouted and gave me the sulky bottom lip, which I couldn’t resist sucking into my mouth. Besides it’s the only time she seems relatively happy and like her old self so of course I wouldn’t stop.
Bedtime was another trial for me. I'd tease her with my fingers softly and gently until she came keeping her pinned so as not to hurt her poor head. Then I’d slide down between her thighs and eat her to climax again.
After that it seems she would always go off to sleep. That's when I did most of my thinking and planning.
My family had returned home after the first day. I might need them more in the days to come than here in the hospital, so it was decided that they'd go home since I had no intention of leaving her side.
I knew that Lynn was in traction in the hospital. I learned that her attack was being investigated as a mugging, so now the whole city was in an uproar because one of their elite had been supposedly accosted and discarded in such a manner.
The only thing missing from the story is that she'd been left outside the Sanders’ house. I guess he’d pulled some strings there.
I tried to keep Ashley's whereabouts a secret, but they've gotten out somehow. Probably some over enthusiastic worker who thought they were being helpful. It didn't matter though because she had round-the-clock security even with me being here.
No one was allowed inside her room except the doctors who were known by her security detail.
Today is her last day in here, she'd received the go ahead and her local doctor back home, which she didn't have one, would take over her care. That was first on my list of things to do.
Thinking of that reminded me of the conversation we'd had about her visitors. After she'd dropped her little bombshell she'd gone into hysterics and I'd been forced to cut the conversation short.
But that in no way meant we were through, not by a long shot. I wanted to know everything there was to know about these two men she’d spoken of the sooner the better. The monster she’d mentioned was the missing piece to the puzzle.
I’d already uncovered the fact that her father had planned to sell her I just never knew who or where.
