She shakes her head slowly and then takes a deep shuddering breath. She rubs her eyes and tries to get up, but I gently push her shoulders down.
She looks at me like I punched her. “I need to get Jax.”
“He’s down stairs.” She’s fucking crazy to think she’s going anywhere.
“I need to take him home.” Fuck that. That shit’s not happening.
“You’ll come home with me tonight.” I’m already dreading the drive, but we aren’t staying with my parents. I have a house and room for her and Jax. I’ll take care of them.
She pushes me away, but then seems to consider my words. “Are they going to come back?”
“They will never hurt you again. I’m going to find them. I’ll take care of this.” Tear well in her eyes.
“I can’t just stay here.” Her voice is pained.
“Don’t worry I’ll take care of everything.”
She shakes her head, “you don’t understand. I have work; Jax has school and soccer. I have a life.” She takes in a strangled breath. “I had a life.” Her knees pull into her chest and she rolls over and buries her face in her hands. She sobs and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to tell her.
She can’t just go to work. She wouldn’t want to if she got a look at herself anyway. She can’t go home. I can’t let her out of my sight. I’m not going to give them another chance to hurt her.
“Phone!” She pops up too quickly for me to stop her.
“Doll, lay back down.” I try to get her to lay back, but she’s on her feet and looking around the room for her clothes. She’s holding a sheet draped around her.
“I need my phone and my clothes.” What the hell is wrong with her?
“You need to relax and take it easy.”
She shakes her head, but at least she stops in her tracks. “I need my phone.” She just keeps repeating herself. I finally pick it up off the bed side table and hand it to her.
“Where are my clothes,” she asks with her eyes on her phone.
“Trashed.” Her eyes shoot up at me. “I’ll get you new ones.”
“You don’t need to do that. I can get my own.” The way she says it makes my chest hurt. “I just need to get back. I have so much I need to catch up on.”
As I stare at her like she’s crazy, the doctor knocks gently and walks in immediately after. His bushy white eyebrows raise when he sees Becca out of bed.
“Mrs. Harrison?” He asks with skepticism.
She stares at him with wide eyes until her phone beeps in her hands and she starts typing away. There is obviously something very fucked up with her head right now.
“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I need to do a small physical as well, now that you’re awake.”
“I’m fine, really I’m fine.” I quirk a brow at her. Who the fuck says she’s fine after going through that shit. And who the fuck is she texting? I stand up and grab her by the waist to pull her back to the bed. She goes rigid in my arms but she doesn’t fight me.
“You need to lay down doll. You’re not fine.” I lay her on the bed and she immediately sits up, covering herself with the sheet. Phone still in hand.
“Who are you texting?” I finally ask and she looks back at me with defiance.
“Sarah. I needed to make sure everything is running smoothly. And it’s not!”
“Mrs. Harrison-”
“Stop calling her that!”
“Stop calling me that!” We snap at the doctor in unison. Well at least we’re on the same page about something.
“Rebecca then?”
“Becca.” I correct him before she opens her mouth.
“Ah. Becca, may I take your vitals and ask you a few questions?”
She keeps her lips pressed together and nods slightly. Why is she acting like this. She just got abducted and beat, almost murdered. Is she hiding something? She’s got to be holding something back. She lays the phone on the bed and I immediately snatch it. A click of the home button takes me to her security code. I start to ask her, but then I remember her son’s birthday from the info Tony gave me. The day after my mother’s birthday. I click 0405 on the screen and it opens. Her eyes widen and her jaw juts out.
“Don’t text her back yet. I’ll figure out why.” She starts breathing heavy. “I’ll come up with a lie.”
I read through the few dozen texts from “Sarah PA.” Holy shit. Who the fuck has this many questions in only a few hours? The last one is, “where are you?!?” And Becca’s already responded to all of the other requests.