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“Still sleeping beauty. Why don’t you go get some rest? This pathetic fuck isn’t going anywhere.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Go stay at the penthouse and then swing by to see our girl.”
He doesn't say anything, his eyes crinkling as he stares through the window he’s been observing Joseph through. “Make him suffer.” He says, quietly.
“Oh, I plan too.”
I walk into the room, slowly. Letting the door bang and my shoes to echo on the concrete. I peer over him, and just as I hoped, he looks to be belligerent.
I tsk. “Joseph.”
“Just kill me.” He begs.
“You’ll be lucky if I kill you.” I say, turning the tap off. “As of right now, I plan to keep you alive and slowly torture you for a very long time. But you’ll need to sleep so you don’t completely lose it just yet.”
His relief is palpable once the water stops dripping. Lucky for him he doesn't say anything. I walk to him, thumbing him in the middle of the forehead. “You better hope she lives, beecause a life with me is not something you want. I’ll torture you until my last breath.”
I walk away, slamming the door and shutting the lights off. Because the next step is to see how he fairs the dark once he wakes up.
“Her vitals look good,Mr. Prescott. We are going to start slowly taking her out of the coma over the next week.”
She’s been in that stupid bed for two weeks.Her body slowly healing as I wait, wait to see if I get my Little Bird back.
“This is good news Mr. Prescott. It’s been very touch and go but I think she has a real chance of survival.”
She fucking better or I’ll smear this doctors blood all over the city.
When I don’t say anything, the doctor leaves with a sigh. I get up, grabbing her brush and moving her hair to lay over both shoulders so I can brush it. And then I grab a baby pink nail polish and paint her nails. Why? I don’t fucking know. I just want her to feel okay when she comes back to me and there is no more room for black and white roses. Looks like a damn floristshop in here as it is. Normal vases, unfortunately. I can’t wait to make her a vase out of Joseph one day.
Visions of her in a white dress covered in his blood with his dismembered body next to us keeps me going.
I want her to wake up so I can give her that.
I want to give her the fucking world, even if I have to burn it down to obtain it for her.
Chapter 37
"There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story."
-Frank Herbert
Flowers.
I can see them, but I can’t see them, or physically touch them.
They’re everywhere. A field of black and white roses. I lay in them, looking up at a stormy sky where rain falls but never touches me. I don’t know where I am, but I know I'm safe.
I watch my life move through the stormy sky, memories blending into clouds. The good, and bad.
My eyes shift close when I feel a brush run through my hair. It seems to happen at the same time. There are no days here, time is none existent, but a part of me is still connected to the physical realm.
“Come back to me,” he whispers to me everyday. And everytime I grasp his words, letting them tug me to him, I eventually let go.
If I go back, I have so much to face. The rape. Here, it doesn't exist. Here I am one with the field of flowers and it’s so nice to exist and not exist all at once.
I heard the doctor say they’d be reducing the medication that holds me in this inbetween. I can feel its magical presence fade with each tick of the clock. It hurts in the physical world. Mentally and physically. But I know I have to go back. Because he’s waiting for me. But maybe, maybe I can just lay here for a moment and watch our memories for a little while longer.
My throat hurts.It feels swollen and raw.
There is a bright light, but my head feels spacey. I can feel tingles in my fingers, in my feet. I squeeze the palm in my hand. “Miss?”
