Page 82 of Alessia
“Okay… Miss Davis has had too little food available to her for an extended period of time. She probably had no more than one meal a day and almost no water given the state of malnutrition and dehydration she came in with. In addition, the rape kit revealed that she was raped by multiple men before you arrived on the scene.”
Anger churns in my chest, the need to kill those fuckers over and over again. If we ever find Gianni I’m going to torture the hell out of his ass, literally. Let’s see how he likes to be fucked by something he doesn’t want.
“Then there’s the physical injuries. In addition to her internal injuries to the most intimate parts of her body, from the brutal force used during the rapes, Miss Davis had cuts all over her torso and upper legs. Apparently, this was something that excited her rapists. Fortunately, she did not contract an infection from the various bodily fluids found on her body.” He continues.
I stare at the nameplate on his desk, my mind whirling, trying to comprehend everything that Harper went through. I hear Bella sniffle beside me, disgusted to hear all that happened to Harper.
“And now?” I croak.
“Now you must give Ms. Davis time to heal. Her physical injuries have now healed but her mental wounds are deep. Given the way she has been plagued by nightmares in recent days and nights, she still has a very long way to go toward her recovery. To give her more peace of mind, I have decided in consultation with the psychiatrist to administer anti-depressants to her. In addition, we would like her to participate in trauma therapy.” He explains.
“I would love to be able to take her home to her own bed and things, is that possible?” I urged.
The doctor looks at me with compassion in his eyes.
“It would not be my preference to take her home. Miss Davis is frail and I would prefer to have her admitted to the psychiatric ward.”
“No!” I roar. “She would never want that! I’ll take her home and the psychiatrist can come to our house. I will make sure a room is available for them to do their sessions.”
“But Miss-”
“I said,no!” I fix my gaze on him, not giving him a chance to counter me.
“O-Okay Miss DiSanti. I will see to it that Miss Harper can be discharged tomorrow morning. The psychiatrist will also contact you tomorrow morning regarding her treatment.”
“If that’s all, I’d like to go back to her now.” I stand and reach out my hand. “Thank you, doctor Miller.” He takes my hand and Bella and I leave his office. We continue through the hallway towards Harpers room. I can’t wait to see her again. After everything I just heard I just want to hold her and make her feel better. I want to comfort and soothe her and take every bad memory from her.
When I’m just about to enter her room my phone dings with an incoming text.
We found Anna!
Good work! How is she?
She’s alive… but barely.
We are bringing her
back to LA and see if
we can contact her parents
Get Luca on that! And ask
Gabriele to help, he might
know something more about
her abduction.
I’ll tell them. See you in a few hours, Boss.
Good to know you’re coming home, friend.
Glad to go home.
I step into Harpers room, feeling a little lighter now. Lorenzo is hanging back in the chair, talking animatedly with Harper. A little sparkle shimmers in her eyes, she looks a little brighter than when I left her earlier today. They don’t notice me standing by the door.
“Hi, babe.” My voice barely went above a whisper.
