Do you know how crazy it is to wake up in a hospital bed not remembering much of how you got there?
Well, much of it was a blur. The last thing I remembered was the argument in the kitchen, falling backwards and smacking my head. Then everything got dark. I also remembered the concern in Dex’s voice as he tried to help me up from the floor but my body refused to cooperate. I couldn’t move. My legs were like jello and they just wouldn’t hold me up. I remembered closing my eyes as Dex picked me up like a rag doll, carrying me to his car and him driving really fast.
My head hurt when I shifted myself in the hospital bed and when I did, I realized Dex was sitting in a chair next to the bed. Worry was etched all over his face.
“You passed out so I rushed you here. The doctors aren’t sure if you have a concussion.” Dex reached out for my hand and my entire body bristled, making him stop mid-reach. “I’m sorry for…”
I sat straight up in the bed and shook my head. “No, don’t you dare touch me! I want nothing to do with you anymore!”
With each word, my voice raised in increments, so much so that Dex appeared concerned that someone would pull the curtains back to see what was going. He hushed me but I was done holding back. Dex had crossed the line too many times to count.
“Cara, I’m sorry. But I didn’t do this to you! You fell on your own! You can’t blame me for this…”
“None of this would have happened if you hadn’t gone off like that! You seriously have something wrong with you! You really do! We are done!”
“Cara…” Dex reached out for my hand again but it was the last time he tried.
“Leave! Me! Alone!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Shock registered in his eyes when we heard the shuffle of feet and a nurse appeared from behind the curtain around the bed.
“What’s going on here?” She looked from me to Dex and back to me. I started to cry and said nothing. That was the nurse’s cue to tell Dex to leave. He protested but she wouldn’t have it. “Sir, if you don’t leave on your own, I’ll call security. You’ve got about 5 seconds to make up your mind.” Dex shook his head and gave me the sorriest face he could muster up.
“Fine. I’ll be in the waiting room.”
That’s when I really lost it and the nurse took one look at me and realized that I was scared. “No, you’ll be leaving the premises. It’s clear that she doesn’t want you here. Leave now, before I call security to have you escorted off the premises.”
The look on his face truly showed that Dex couldn’t believe that he was being asked to leave. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded.
“You know that I love you. I refuse to believe that we are done. We can work this out, Cara.”
As soon as he was gone, the nurse was at my side. “Is he the reason that you’re here? Did you hit you?”
“No.” The nurse cocked her head to the side in disbelief. “I’m telling the truth. We were having an argument, he grabbed my arm and I fell when I tried to pull away.”
She shook her head at me. “Sweetheart, that’s the way it always begins. Once a man puts his hands on you, it will only get worse. Is there anyone you can call?”
I shook my head. “I don’t have my cell,” I said, remembering that he’d had it last and it had gotten water-soaked. The nurse reached into the pocket of her uniform and handed me hers.
“Call a friend or family member. Do yourself that favor. I’ll be back soon.”
As her cell burned a hole in my hand, I thought hard about who I could call.
And only one person came to mind.
Continuation: M is for “Manipulate”
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