- Claire’s POV -
I woke up feeling safe. I was close to Blake and he held me in his arms close to him. He stirred in his sleep and I kept still because I thought he deserved his sleep. I turned around to look at him. He was so peaceful as he slept. He had thin lines in his forehead of where his thinking and worrying frown had been but the rest of his face was relaxed. Then my alarm went off. Blake slowly opened his eyes and looked straight in mine.
“good morning honey” he said with his sexy morning voice.
“good morning” I said to him
“were you watching me” he asked
“well no.. maybe.. kinda.. yeah...” I blushed
“awww you’re cute when you blush” I blushed even deeper when he said that.
“we have to get up. I have my first psychiatrist appointment today” I sad with a said face. I pouted a little.
“you look cute when you pout but yeah you’re right we have to get up” he slid out of bed and stood up. He was wearing nothing but his boxer. I looked at him and drooled almost. He was so hot. He had an eight pack and he was slightly tanned. He had not a lot of body hair and he had a lot of muscles. He quickly slid on his jeans and looked back at me.
“were you staring at me honey?”
“well yeah duhh”
“hahaha honey yeah you’re right if there is something good looking to stare at then stare!” I laughed at his reaction.
I also got up and got dressed in the bathroom. I called for Blake when I had to get out because I still couldn’t stand on my leg.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to the table where he had set breakfast. He cooked me bacon eggs and pancakes. He made more than could ever fit in me, but it was so sweet of him.
He read the paper whilst I ate. When I was finished he grabbed my wheelchair and brought it to the car. I checked my purse to see I had everything with me and waited for him to return.
He came back and lifted me up again. He carried me to the car and sat me down. He drove me to the psychiatrist and wheel chaired me in. He placed me in the waiting room and went away for work. I was alone waiting for my turn to talk to some stupid person that knows better.
“that’s me” the woman that called my name walked to me and pushed me in the room. Then she sat down and waited.
“well how does this work?”
“well you tell me what happened and I listen”
“You want to know what happened okay I will tell you”
“yes I want to know”
“okay so this is what happened. My best friend Allison tweeted her lyrics to Justin Bieber and then he made sure she could record it and her boyfriend got mad at her so he raped her and almost beat her to death. Then she got famous and broke up with him. And then she went on tour with Justin so I got her car and was allowed to live in her place. So one night I was walking home and I was followed by Jason. He kidnapped me by drugging me. And then he tortured me during the time I was kidnapped. He cut my stomach multiple times. He raped me. He let 12 others rape me. He played with my body. And in the end he sawed in my stomach and he almost sawed of my foot. Then my cop friend found me and tried to rescue me and Jason forced me to go outside in front of him and he pushed me into the arms of a cop and he decapitated another cop which was a very bloody sight and then he ran. And Blake saved me and I was brought to the hospital and I am home since yesterday and now I have to be here”
“okay that’s quite the story. What did you feel? Did you cry?”
“you want to know if I cried? Hell no! Crying is for babies. I was angry and upset with him. But I would never cry. Crying would mean he won”
“how do you mean he would win?”
“he wanted me to cry and yell and he wanted to break me. All I did was scream to him in anger but I never yelled in pain except for when the swathing happened. I never let him see anything I felt. He wasn’t worth it.”
“you’re a tough ass bitch, aren’t you? Or at least you want to be one”
“I am a badass. I don’t give a fuck. As long as I’m not pregnant my life will continue”
“and what will happen when you are pregnant”
“well I won’t be but if I am my life will be on hold. I will give the baby to another family. They can raise the kid of a rapist and murderer”
“you sound like you’ve got it all planned out, but what if you start loving the child”
“I won’t it’s the kid of my rapist, it’s the kid of my torturer, it’s the kid of a murderer, I won’t love it.”
“but don’t you think it’s wrong to keep the kid responsible for its fathers actions”
“it’s fathers actions got it in me so I won’t give a damn about it!”
“oh well I think this is enough for today. I will see you next week”
“kay bye” I wheeled myself out of the room and onto the street. I waited for Blake to turn up and get me. I saw the car come close and I got up out of the wheelchair. Blake got the wheelchair and put it in the back and I went to sit in the front. We drove to the police station so Blake could do some more work. I just sat down there and played some games on my phone.