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The police came in to speak with us shortly after. Soren was ridiculous, refusing to leave my side. When it was obvious that the police were about to pull him away forcibly for being downright belligerent, I had to step in.
“Soren Wellington, the longer you protest, the longer we will be here. I am fine. I’m sure they will allow the nurse to stay with me. Go talk to the police. Give them your statement so we can go home.” I fixed him with a look that I hoped saidI mean business. Though it didn’t quite feel as sassy as it normally would. Exhaustion was threatening to take me into a long, blissful sleep. I pushed myself to stay focused and alert, wanting nothing more than to get out of this place. I wasn’t sure going back home would make me feel any better, but I didn’t want to be her either.
“Fine, but if you need me, that nurse had better come get me immediately. No matter what,” Soren finally conceded, pointing his finger at both the nurse and I, fixing me with what I knew to be his,I’m a big bad Domstare.
I had thought that telling the police the whole run down of what had transpired would be brutal, even panic inducing, but it wasn’t. Instead, I felt robotic, like I had no emotions whatsoever. The nurse assured me that disassociating was very common, and that I was brave and strong for going through the events with such detail, but I felt nothing. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Thankfully, the doctor had said my concussion was mild enough that I was cleared to go home and sleep.
Finally, Soren was back sitting on the edge of my hospital bed and the doctors were officially releasing us to go home with specific care instructions. The Detective stopped by one last time before we left, giving us a final update.
“It turns out Mr. Gershaw had a close buddy who worked for the company who installed your alarm system. He stole the information and gave it to Mr. Gershaw, which allowed him access to your home unnoticed. I’d like to say that these things never happen, but they do occasionally. I’m sorry for what you’ve both gone through. Please rest assured that the man who stole the codes is in custody and is looking at quite a nasty court battle ahead of him. We’ll be in touch with any additional information.”
With that, the man left the room, leaving us alone once more. Quietly, we left the hospital, both tired and unspeaking.
The drive home went by in a flash and suddenly we were in front of the house again. At the doorway was Sandra. She ran up to me, not a word spoken, and wrapped me up in her arms. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I felt her own tears splash against my shoulders.
“Gentle, please,” Soren corrected gently, his voice laced with exhaustion.
“Mr. Wellington filled me in earlier. I’m staying the night tonight, and I don’t care what you have to say about it, Mr. Wellington, because —”
“I was simply going to say, call me Soren. I think at this point, Sandra, we are past the niceties of professionalism. You are welcome to stay here. Honestly, it would be incredibly helpful,” Soren interrupted, with genuine kindness and gratitude.
We made our way to the door when bright headlights pulled into the driveway with a screeching halt.
“Sam?!” Soren asked with surprise. Who the hell was Sam?
Apparently, Sam was a woman that he knew. A brunette, thin, goddess of a woman who ran up to him and straight into his arms.
“You asshole, I thought you were a goner for sure. I got your text, which by the way, who the fuck sends information like that through a text?!” The woman was beside herself with worry, looking over Soren much like he had looked over me in the hospital, checking for any major damage.
I thought he would have simply explained what was going on, but no. He pulled her into his arms and sighed so deeply it was as though he were releasing the weight of the world to this woman. He clung to her with all the emotion one would with a lover. And I knew that’s what she was. His lover.
The pain I felt at seeing him with her hit me to the core. I knew he had other submissives. Hell, I had seen another one of them at the house in those first weeks I was here. But seeing them together, clinging to one another was different. I had forgotten that he wasn’t a one-woman man. I had forgotten that he had multiple submissives and was simply not seeing them while we began our dynamic.
The thoughts ran through my head, picturing them together. He and her. Him and the others. Perhaps even all of them together. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t something I could give him. I didn’t even think I could share him separately with these other women.
“Posey,” Sandra whispered beside me. One look from her and I knew she saw my turmoil.
“Let’s get you inside, okay?”
I let her lead me into the house. I made my way to the staircase and to my room, only to stop dead in my tracks when I saw the blood-stained carpet. Visions of David, here in this room, filled my head, my body erupting in a cold sweat.
“Hey, let’s find a different room to sleep in tonight, yeah?” Sandra guided me from the room.
“I can’t,” I whispered in the hallway.
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t sleep in a different room. This is the one he let me stay in. I don’t know if I can sleep in a different room.” The words came out of my mouth slowly, like speaking through molasses. I was so tired.
“That’s some bullshit and I don’t care. He has this huge house with other rooms. You can sleep in one of them tonight. Or I’ll take you to my house. You know you’re always welcome there.” Sandra had her I mean business voice firmly in place and I nodded my head.
Just down the hall was a small guest room. Sandra went back to my room, finding some pajamas for me to change into. In the hall bathroom, she helped me wipe down. Showering was a no-go with the stitches in the back of my head. It would heal soon enough. She took the washcloth from my hands as I stood there, naked and crying from the onslaught of emotion the trauma had brought.
“What can I do?” Sandra asked quietly. She sat beside me as I crawled into the spare bed.
“I have no idea, Sandra. I really don’t.”
“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but please know… I’m here. No matter what. Anything you want to tell me, I’m a safe place for you. You know that.” Her hand found mine and it felt like the lifeline I needed.
