Savage's

CHAPTER 9

*Gray*

One obstacle after another. The second I drove away from Kellan, I recieved a call from Fran. I knew something was wrong by the tone of her voice, she sounded distraught and frantic. Though I was agitated from my encounter with Kellan, I focused on Fran's words. The second she mentioned my mother stopped by, I knew it involved Daisy.

"What did she do to her?" I asked, driving back towards my house.

"She cut her, really badly..." Fran whispered, and I heard Daisy crying in the background.

"I'm on my way," I sternly noted, "Apply pressure to her wound."

I sped through the parking lot, and out onto the streets of Manhattan, New York. It was lunch time for most people in the city, and I was having a hard time weaving in between traffic. Frantically rushing home, I honked and sped whenever I could.

Finally, I drove up towards the penthouse. I parked against the curb, and ran into the building. When I finally reached my penthouse, my mother was already gone, thankfully. Fran must have heard me come in, because she came scurrying down the stairs with a bloody rag in her hands.

"I can't stop the bleeding, sir!" She screamed, and I rushed up the stairs with her.

I ran into my bedroom to find Daisy on the floor, her wrist bound to the foot of the bed, bleeding out onto the floor. I rushed to her side, and held out my hand to Fran. She handed me the used rag, and I pressed it firmly to Daisy's face. Daisy didn't react, and I realized she was unconscious. My heart started pounding, and my body began sweating profusely. I didn't want to lose her.

"Call the family doctor." I demanded, looking at Fran.

She nodded, and ran to the phone that was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed. I heard her talking to the doctor, but all I could think about was saving Daisy. The cut was so deep, she was bleeding from inside her mouth too. I turned her face downward, allowing the blood to drain from her mouth, as I wedged a small piece of gauze against the inside of her cheek. I held the rag in place, and sat beside her motionless body, until the doctor arrived.

Even when he did arrive, they had to pry me away from her. I was down right afraid to lose her, and couldn't even bear the thought. I watched as Dr. Lepan started treating her wound, first by disinfecting it. Though she was unconscious, he still numbed the area, in case she woke up. He began stitching her cheek back together, on the inside and outside. Once he was finished, he cleaned the wound again and got her attached to a morphine drip.

Daisy was back to laying in the same spot I left her in this morning, and though she is badly damaged, she's alive. I'm thankful for that, at least. I just don't know how she is going to handle it, especially if it leaves a scar. A daily reminder of what happened today. Just the mere thought makes me want to seek vengence for her. My mother has crossed the line once again, and I won't allow it anymore.

I dismissed Fran for the rest of the day, giving her the much needed break she needs. I wanted to stay with Daisy, be here for when she wakes up. I didn't return to work. If anything, people will assume it's because of what happened between Kellan and I, and I'm counting on that.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at Daisy, as she laid there with her eyes closed. She looks peaceful, and I know that will change the moment she wakes. I sat beside her, on the other side of the bed, and relaxed against the pillows. It would be a while before she did wake up, because of the morphine, but I didn't want her to feel any kind of pain. I turned on the TV, and began watching the show that Daisy had been watching.

After a couple of hours, Daisy finally began to stir. I sat up and held her left hand, as her eyes slowly blinked open with confusion. She glanced around the room, and suddenly started crying. Without thinking, I pulled her onto my lap, and close against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, as she dug her head into my shoulder.

"You were attacked by my mother," I said in a low whisper, "You're okay now, though..."

"My mouth..." Daisy wimpered, "It hurts."

"I'll get the nurse to give you more morphine." I noted, as I felt her tears soak my dress shirt.

"I tried to help..." She cried, and I pulled away slightly to look at her face.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, wiping away her tears that streamed down her face.

"I tied myself up, I didn't want you to get in trouble." She sighed, attempting to wipe away the tears on her cheek with stitches.

The second her hand made contact with her wounded cheek, she yelped and jumped from my lap. Daisy ran into the bathroom, and seconds later I heard her wail in agony. I rushed into the bathroom, and found her curled up on the floor, drowning in her own tears. My heart hurt for her, like it never had before, and I knew I couldn't let this happen again. My family is dangerous, and they're looking to harm Daisy.

I scooped her back into my arms, and placed her back against the bed. I called the nurse in to get her sedated, because that's the only way she is going to survive this. Once Daisy was asleep again, I got her situated under the blankets. I kissed her forehead, before leaving the room.

She will sleep for a while with that sedative, and that will give me enough time to come up with a plan. I have to protect her, but without my family knowing what I'm doing. I don't know if that's even possible, honestly. Deep down I know I won't be able to keep both parties content, but I don't know what else to do. If I'm cut out of my family's will, that means I have no job, no house, no money, nothing... but the other side of that coin is Daisy, and I now know I can't live without her either.

It's close to six o'clock, and I knew my family would be sitting down to dinner. Though it was against my better judgement, I decided to pay them a visit. Before I left my house, I told the buttler not to let anyone in, don't even answer the door.

As I was driving to my parents house, I thought about all of the things I wish I could say to my mother. How I wish I could tell her what a terrible mother she is, and was. How I wish I was born into a different family, one that wasn't so evil. Or, how disappointed I am that they are all my family... the man I 'looked' up to as a child, was nothing more than an angry drunk who abused everyone he came in contact with. The woman I called mom, was just a sadistic woman with physchilogical issues that haven't been resolved. An older brother, who was just like our mother. Cold, heartless, and tempermental. A younger brother, who has proven over the years that he is going to end up in the loony bin. Finally, a younger sister, who appears to be innocent, but still leaves a lingering sensation of dread. I can't trust any of them.