Chapter 6
“The videos are all gone?“]
“Yes, Mr. Blake. Wiped from every platform. No trace left.“[]
Voices drifted through the haze in my head.[]
“Multiple miscarriages, broken bones, infections…” The man’s voice cracked. “Sarah, what have you suffer?“[]
1 forced my eyes open. Sunlight made me wince. Then I saw a tall figure stood by the window, backlit and shadowy.[]
“You’re awake.” He turned around, light cutting across sharp cheekbones.[]
My breath caught.
Marcus Blake? That poor kid everyone tormented in high school?]
He stood there in an expensive suit, nothing like the scrawny boy in thrift store clothes I remembered. Against the glare, I couldn’t read his face.]
In my memory, Marcus was the well–known scholarship kid at Westfield Academy.[]
At our school where rich brats and scholarship kids never mixed, he was always alone. His mom cleaned streets, his dad was dead, and the trust fund boys always loved making his life hell.]
“Sarah.”
He walked to my bedside, voice deep and rough. I gripped the sheets, not wanting him to see me like this–broken and pathetic.[]
“Give her the top–shelf stuff – nothing but the best.” he told the doctor, then looked at me. “How
do you
feel?”
“Why help me?” My voice was barely a whisper.[]
He knelt beside the bed, eye level with me. “Sorry I took so long to come back. Those cold eyes from high school were burning with something I couldn’t place.[]
“Mr. Blake, the Mitchell Group meeting…“]
His assistant’s reminder made his face go cold again.[]
He stood up, back to that distant look I remembered. “Get some rest first.”
”
Then
he left.
Later, the doctor gave me a shot and I drifted off.[]
For the first time in five years, I slept without nightmares.
For all these years, I’ve had nightmares almost every night.[]
That day, after the cops took my father away, a mob broke into our house. My mother was huddled in the corner with my sister, and I watched helplessly as those men’s eyes shifted from anger to sick hunger.[]
“Since Robert Quinn killed our families, we’re gonna teach his family a real lesson!“]
I can still hear the screaming from that night echoing in my ears.[]
A month later, we all found out we were pregnant.
My mother couldn’t handle it and killed herself. My sister had a mental breakdown and got hit by a car. After I was thrown out of the house, those bastards were still chasing me down the streets, trying to violate me.[]
Now, thinking about those videos going viral makes me shake uncontrollably.[]
“Miss Quinn has severe psychological trauma,” the doctor said outside my door.[]
“Fix her. Whatever it takes.” Marcus’s voice was steel.]]
The room he’d set up for me was surprisingly warm. Cream walls, soft pink curtains. The cold boy from high school had grown into someone unexpectedly gentle.[]
One morning I was zoning out in bed when I heard scratching at the door.
It pushed open and a fluffy white puppy came racing toward me.[]
I caught him without thinking, his warm fur soft against my hands.[]
“What’s your name, buddy?”
I murmured.]
“Doesn’t have one yet.” Marcus stood in the doorway, light spilling in behind him.[]
I rubbed the puppy’s ears. “How about Casper?“]
The corner of Marcus’s mouth twitched up–first real smile I’d seen from him all week.]
His people had been taking incredible care of me for days now. Hard to believe this ice–cold guy could be so thoughtful behind the scenes.
es.]
After a hesitation, he cleared his throat. “Wanna go somewhere with me?”
I nodded.]
The car turned onto a familiar street. Every corner made my heart race faster.
When the three–story house came into view, I gripped the seat.[]
This was my old home.]]
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