Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 42

Week One

Seven days are gone since the night Beggar came into my life looking for help. Once I got over my anger that Vincent sedated me, I called the University the next morning and said I needed time off due to family problems. I ignored Vincent's protests and arguments, telling me I had to continue to act normal. I am tired of acting, done pretending. Nothing is normal.

Vincent and Deno is practically living in my house. The doctor who I learned is Marcel comes every evening at ten to check on her and change her dressings.

The three of us take turns watching Beggar.

She has seizures four or five times a day. Locked in her mind, her nightmares make her hurt herself.

Yesterday they tied her hands to the bed using a few of my scarves.

It doesn't help, her wrist is bruised with the futile attempts of breaking free of the restraints.

The doctor is giving her pain medication through an IV line, but no morphine, nothing too strong. It is always a long day, but the nights are the worst.

Week Two

“Want to watch a movie?” Vincent asks me as I get into the house.

Today was my first day back at university, and more than two weeks since Beggar arrived.

Vincent has practically moved into my home even after Deno left. Bringing clothes and his laptop. I haven't said anything about it. And neither has he.

“No, how’s the patient doing?” I query as I drop my bag on the leather couch opposite where he is sitting.

“Better, she had a shower today, spoke a bit, then just got quiet when I started asking questions.”

He sits up from his slouching position, runs his hand through his unkempt hair.

I have never seen Vincent like this, it is all new to me, him wearing shorts and t-shirts.

I don't look at him as an imposing figure any longer.

I see him as a man.

“Has she eaten?” My question is the one I’m most curious about. She is so thin, her body looks as if she could die of starvation.

“No, she says her throat pains, I spoke to Marcel he said it should heal up in a couple of days then we can start feeding her soup. Any news from Kevin?”

I sit down on the edge of the lone sofa where I just threw my bag, “Yup, he doesn't want to draw attention to himself and leave Kanla just yet. He should be here in a week or two.”

“Makes sense, you sure you don't want to watch a movie?” He smiles at me and it is a gentle one, something close to affection.

Right now I don't want to think about that.

Not when I have Beggar upstairs in my house and a mark branded on her by this very man's people.

So as much as I want to forget that this is happening, that Beggar is now in my life, here in my house because she trusts me, a stranger, I can't, I won't forget.

Getting up I give him a small smile of my own,

“Yes, I'm sure,” And I walk out of the room, up the stairs, and head straight to Beggar.

Week Three

Old feelings die hard, they have a way of resurfacing, luring you into that familiar space.

Vincent is still here, in my home. We talk a lot, mostly he does, I just listen.