Page 62 of Chaotic Curse
I don’t want to.I want to barricade it, to hide from him, to pretend that none of this is happening.But that’s not an option.Not when it’s his house, his rules.
I rise from my bed, my legs shaking as I approach the door.Taking a deep breath, I open it, flinching at the sight of my father standing there, his presence overpowering.His eyes are hard, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“A week,” he says through gritted teeth.“A week of antibiotics, Daniela, and then re-test in a month.”
“This wasn’t my fault, Papa.”
His rage takes over his demeanor.
I’m right.It’s not my fault.
But that’s not how he sees it.
“You will pay the price for this,” he says.“A month.After a month of punishment, you’ll be begging to go back to entertaining my associates.”
* * *
Present Day…
Hawk wipes a tear from my eye.“Honey, what’s the matter?”
“I’m sorry.I just… The talk of vaccines.”
“What about it?”
“It made me think of…things.”
“What things?”
I shake my head.“I can’t talk about it.Not here, anyway.”
He glances toward the door.“We can go.”
“No.No.You need to be with your brother.”
He looks back at Eagle.“If you’re worried about him overhearing you, he can’t.”
“No, it’s just… It’s a hospital room.We need to…get rid of that,” I glance at the bouquet.
He nods.“Done.”He takes the bouquet and leaves.
He’ll be back soon.
Or he should be.
But time ticks by.
A minute.
Two minutes.
Five.
Ten.
My heart is pounding so hard, I’m worried it’ll break a rib.I’m about to go to hospital security when?—
“Where have you been?”I nearly shout at Hawk when he returns.
