She was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The book and pen still lay where Dr. Ronda had left them. She didn't acknowledge my presence as I sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly with my weight. I took her cold hands in mine; she didn't react.
"Are you feeling any better? Do your bruises still hurt? I wish you'd let me know. I understand you need space and time to heal, and I'll make sure you get that. But I have so many questions. Did you know about the baby? I'm certain I'm not the father since we were extremely cautious. So whose is it? Is the father your lover? Is he aware? Who did this to you, bunny?" I asked, my frustration evident. She remained silent.
I need to know who touched my bunny. I'll tear them apart and send them straight to hell. It can't be Mario, and it can't be Andrew… So who the hell did this to my property? My woman? My possession?
I'd sell my soul to the devil if that's what it takes!
Nikolai ~
