She wasn’t going to think anymore about what happened. Henry had saved her from a lot more pain.
Pushing hair off her face, she winced as the sudden movement jolted her body.
“I’m going to leave you to get some rest. I’ll see you soon.”
Glancing at the clock, Lydia saw it was past nine. She watched Donna grab the plate and cup then leave the room.
Once the door closed, she walked over to the bed and sat down. Staring at her feet she wondered what was going to happen to her in the next couple of days. For most of her life she’d stayed out of the way, not getting into any kind of trouble. One mistaken night out and she was in a lot of trouble.
Lying down on top of the blanket she stared at the plain white ceiling. She’d thought sleep would come to her easily, but it was actually being a pain in the ass.
Getting to her feet, she opened her door to find silence met her ears. She hadn’t heard Donna or Caleb leave. The house was big enough to hide in.
She stepped down to the bedroom next to hers. Knocking on the door, she waited. Rubbing her hands together she wondered if he was still asleep. When seconds passed and he still hadn’t answered the door, she started to walk back to her room.
“What’s up?” Henry asked, opening the door.
“I can’t sleep.”
His hair was wet.
“Did I get you out of the shower?” she asked.
“Yeah, I smell and need a wash.” There was a towel around his hips. “Come on in.” She brushed past him to see his room was very much like hers.
“You make yourself at home?”
“Caleb’s like a brother to me. We’re business partners, and I hope he’d do the same when I get a place of my own.”
“You don’t have a place?”
“I do, but I never actually go there. I tend to crash at Caleb’s place.” He closed the door, flicking the lock into place.
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“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll finish up.” He didn’t close the bathroom door all the way. She listened to the sound of shower as she lay down in his bed.
Time passed, and soon the shower stopped running. She watched the door, and he appeared wearing a pair of sweat pants but no shirt. The bruises and more scars stood out on his body. The light in the bedroom was on for her to see.
“You’re staring,” he said.
He walked over to the bed, climbing under the covers.
She didn’t say anything or tense up as he slid into bed beside her. Lydia still wore the robe as she’d not found any clothes and had forgotten to ask Donna for some.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Saving me. The doctor said it could have gone a lot worse if you didn’t do what you did. I really appreciate everything you’ve done to help me.” She tucked some hair behind her ear.
“What did the doctor say?”
She told him that she had cracked a couple of ribs but most of her pain was down to bruises. “I’ve got to rest.”
“Then you better do what the doctor said,” he said, stroking her cheek.
“I can’t, Henry. I need to go to work or I won’t be able to pay my bills.”
“You need to stop thinking about the bills and think about your health. Your ribs could get worse.” He removed his hand, laying her palm flat on the pillow between them. “I’ll take care of you.”
She stared at him, wishing her heart didn’t race a little faster or her body melt a little harder at his closeness. This was the first time she’d been this close to him without them being strapped to a bed.
His eyes were a startling green. There was a coldness inside him, and yet she saw something else, something deeper.
“You’re not going to argue with me?” he asked.
“I want to, but I’m in too much pain to think of a good argument.” She smiled, blowing out a sigh.
“You’ll be back to fighting me in no time.”
“Will I ever be normal again?” she asked, feeling a tad broken. She’d never needed to sleep beside a man to feel safe before.
“In a couple of weeks, maybe longer. Before you know what happens you’ve forgotten everything you’ve been through and you’re living life.”
She nodded, staring past his shoulder. “And you’re going to kill them all?”
“Yes, not tonight, not tomorrow, probably not next week, but I’m going to kill them.”
“I want you to kill them.” Tears filled her eyes, and she returned her gaze to him. “Does that make me a bad person?”