My Vampire Knight

Here is the Truth

As I came to consciousness, the sun was going down. I opened my eyes slowly, looking around my room. I noticed that they had moved me into a different room. Possibly a whole new wing.

As I was studying my new room and surroundings, a loud knock could be heard.

“Come in!”, I spoke loudly.

The door opens and walking through the door is Dr. Blackfire.

He looks at me with steady eyes and says, “We have moved you into our VIP private wing, Mrs. Lovegood.”

I sighed at him in irritation and narrowed my eyes at him, “I guess you know now. Yes, my name is Luna Lovegood. Why was I moved without my consent, Dr. Blackfire?”

“I assumed that you didn’t want your husband to find you, so I had you moved. If you want to be moved back, I can make that happen.”, he says as he turns to leave the room.

“No!”, I hurriedly shouted, while raising my hands trying to stop him from leaving the room.

He smirks a little and says, “I won't transfer your room, but why don’t you tell me how you got hurt?”

“What if I don’t want to tell you?”, I retorted back.

He glowers at me and says in a commanding tone, “Well then, I am just going to have to send you back to the other room you were in because obviously there is nothing wrong.”

I challenged his statement by responding with, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, I would. Let me go get the nurse to put the paperwork through.” He responds with as he starts to walking out of the room again.

“Wait!”, I shouted in a panic, reaching out with my hands trying to stop him from leaving again..

He pauses his walk and turns around to face me with what looks like a smirk on his face.

“Fine! I will tell you, but I don’t want or need your pity and I especially don't need any favors from you. I just don’t want to go back with him.”

“As long you tell the truth and nothing but the truth. I will try to help you with the best of my abilities and they won't be favors.”, he responds, turning all serious again.

I couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. So I put my head down, looking at my hands as I started to tell him my story.

“It all started the year we were engaged, in 2019. That’s when the verbal assault and beatings started. At first, he got mad at the little things, but as the months went by, he got worse and worse. By the time we were married he was full on beating me over every little or big thing. About two weeks after we got married, he started by secluding me from my friends and chosen family.", I paused talking, taking a deep breath before I started talking again.

"Within half a year I was completely secluded from everyone. His beatings got worse. This last time he almost killed me.”

I briefly looked up at him and I saw that his eyes had softened, but what I didn’t see was pity, what I saw was sorrow. It was only a fleeting look, but I know I saw it pass across his face before he went blank.

“What did he do to cause your most recent injuries? To almost kill you?”, he asked with a tint of anger in his voice.

I paused on talking, feeling myself slowly going down memory lane. As I fell down that hole, the heart monitor skyrocketed with loud beeping, shouting at us that my heart rate was going up.

The doctor shouts, "Nurse!"

Paula came running, hearing him yelling and the machine going crazy, "What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to give her twenty-five milligrams of Hydroxyzine to help calm her.", he commands.

They administer the meds and in a few minutes I can hear the heart monitor getting steadier. About twenty minutes later, I calmed down, finally slipping out of the hole I was stuck in.

The Doctor was in the room the entire time as I was calming down and he finally says, "If you don't want to talk about it right now that is fine."

I looked at him then back down at my hands, "N-no I can t-talk a-a-about it."

Taking another deep breath, I stuttered, “I-I didn’t have all h-h-his work clothes washed, s-so he n-n-needed to p-punish m-me.”

He growled out in anger now, “What did he do to you?”

Tears started slowly falling as I said, “J-Jack b-beat me with his f-f-fists and k-kept kicking me is all I-I remember before I b-b-blacked out.”

“How long ago was this?”, he demanded.

“H-how l-l-long have I b-been in the h-hospital?” I asked.

“You have officially been here for a full twenty-four hours now.”

“The incident happened about f-f-four days ago. I was u-unconscious for three days, but I f-finally woke up y-y-yesterday and decided I needed to get out of t-there.” I told him.

“So, you let this man hurt you for how long before you decided you needed to get out of that house?”, he questioned.

I briefly looked him in the eyes before I continued to answer his question, “The abuse started in 2019 when we got engaged. It started out with a slap here and there. If I came home too late from work or if I didn’t remember to do something or if something wasn’t clean to his liking. By the time we were married in the next year, he wanted me to quit my job, and to make him happy I did quit my job.”

Dr. Blackfire held his hand up as if telling me to pause and asked, “Where did you work?”

“I worked as a concierge for a nursing home for two years. I enjoyed my work and was sad that he had made me quit something I loved. Jack actually made me quit a lot of the things I loved to do and I miss the people I used to hang out with.”