Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
" Baby what's going on in that head of yours of course I’m not gonna leave you come ‘ere."
I climbed back onto the bed and drew her onto my lap. She curled into me like a baby and my arms drew tighter around her. I could feel the runaway beat of her heart. My baby was scared.
" I don't want them to get me."
"Who baby?" Please God no, don't let her know. I'd always believed that she had no idea what her sick fuck of a father was up to. She hadn't been told about the accident so what was her fear?
"Who Blossom?"
"The monster, he'll get me if you're not here." I was becoming afraid, had she had some kind of psychotic break or something? I tried to play over every conversation we’d ever had to see if there was any clue to what she spoke of. She’d never once let on that she knew her father had anything planned for her so what…?
"Baby what monster? What are you talking about?"
"I can't tell you." She rocked back and forth in my arms as her hold on my shirt tightened.
What the fuck is going on here? She sounded scared out of her mind, now I’m really becoming afraid that the blow to her head had damaged her somehow.
"Tell me Blossom, there's nothing you can't tell me, ever."
"You'll hate me, you'll think I'm dirty." She started crying so hard she almost choked on her tears.
I racked my brain trying to figure out what the hell she could possibly be talking about.
"Baby, I promise I will never think such a thing, ever. You're my baby aren't you? How could I ever think that about my Blossom? I love you more than anything else in this world nothing could ever stop me from loving you, nothing. Now tell me."
I rubbed her back until she calmed somewhat, then through hiccoughing starts and stops she told me a story that made my blood run even colder.
I listened as she told me about the man that had started visiting after she'd had her first period at the age of twelve. I listened to the horror of her being subjected to vaginal inspections by the man and someone she called the doctor.
I listened as she spoke of her father standing by while strangers violated her. It was a wonder she had escaped with her virginity or her fucking sanity intact. Heaven only knows why the sick bastard hadn't let them take her back then.
I cried in my soul as she cried herself sick in my arms. Apparently the trauma of the accident had brought back her own personal terror to the forefront.
"Why didn't you tell me this before baby?" I brushed her hair lovingly, holding her hand. Doing anything I could to let her know I was there for her and with her.
"I thought you wouldn't want me if you knew...if you knew that I was bad." Her voice was barely above a whisper, so forlorn, so broken.
"Oh no baby no, you mustn't think like that. You did nothing wrong, it was your father and those men that were bad. Do you know why they were doing that to you?"
I held my breath as I awaited her answer, hoping that she was innocent of this at least, that she had no idea. I already had a pretty good idea where this was going and whatever I thought I’d felt before was nothing compared to the black rage that consumed me now.
"The monster was supposed to own me." Fuck me, no.
GIDEON
We spent two days in that hospital room together, two days in which I only left her side to take a shower in her private bath. I'd put everything on hold to take care of her, even giving her her sponge baths because I couldn’t stand for anyone else to touch her.
Always at the back of my mind was the conversation we’d started that night but I was afraid to bring it back up just yet. She was still so fucking fragile. So instead we spent the time talking and kissing, lots of kissing because as Blossom had put it, she needed the practice.
It seems as if she’d gone away in her head, not a mental break like I’d believed at first. More like her way of coping with the trauma was to push it aside and not talk about it. I was prepared for the fallout though. I knew it was only a matter of time before it all caught up with her and when it did. I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
For now we whispered to each other all day, made plans to do the things she liked, places she wanted to see. I had rearranged my whole life in these last two days. My business will have to take a backseat for the foreseeable future because she was now at the top of the list.