Chapter 63

“Merci, Doctor. Rousea. I will take care of her.” Janetta ushers the man out of my bedroom, and I stay where I am, lying on the bed, numb and lifeless, with no feelings or thoughts in my head. Like an empty shelf of nothingness as time ticks slowly by.

It all happened so fast that it seemed like a dream. I don’t even remember how I even got here… I remember only the basics like some long lost, almost forgotten memory, and then here he was, this man examining me, and she was wiping my tears and holding my hand through the pain. There was so much pain.

I saw it. I knew before he had his hands on me. I knew before Janetta turned to me with a white pallor and pained expression because I saw it all. The little thing he lifted from the bathroom floor, so small it was barely real and scooped into a little plastic tub like it was some goddamn fucking leftovers at a buffet. I wanted to fight him for it.

I saw them try to hide it under a dish towel and take it away like it w