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House Guest

POV David

While she slept I knew I had to make a few arrangements, if she was going to stay. She needed clothing and we needed groceries. I hadn't been home for over a month and only the few staples that I kept around were still handy. All I needed to do was inform my house keeper that I'd returned from my trip, she was expecting me this week, and she would return to full time service immediately now that I was home. 

Having Carmen back would be wonderful. She performed all the duties of a good housewife without the relations. Without explanation I knew the groceries would be ordered, laundry hung and house cleaned. Carmen had been with my family for a long as I could remember, she knows what I am, she knew what my father was, and she knew that we would not harm her or deport her back to her country. In return, we would never fail to take care of her and her family. She took very good care of the Collins' family.

Then, I called the local seamstress and spoke to her about my house guest whose luggage was tragically lost. She needed all the necessities for a proper wardrobe. After giving her the information she requested I made arrangements for the items to be dropped off in the morning. My house was in order. 

My concerns now lied with Carmen and Lauren getting along. I wanted Lauren to stay. Carmen could take care of Lauren while I was away but only if she let her. I needed to start planning my next hunt.

"David?" Lauren came down the hall with her arm around her ribs. At least she was able to stand now. 

"You should be resting." I stood to meet her in the hallway, no need for her to travel across the house to the study just to find me.

"I was thirsty and lonely." She looked so cute leaning up against the wall in my shirt. 

She made me smile, I wrapped my arms around her and immediately noticed how hot she was. "Are you feeling alright?" She leaned into my body. "You're burning up."

"I'm really thirsty." Lauren barely said the words before she passed out in my arms. 

Why was she so hot! She was fine a few hours ago. s**t! I had to call a doctor. I carried her to the study and set her on the couch, then called Carmen. I never had to contact a discreet doctor but my father did on countless occasions. She would know who to call.

"Carmen? Could you please contact the family physician and have him sent over to my home immediately? My house guest has developed a fever." I wanted her to relay the importance of his visit without setting off any alarms. "Thank you."

Hanging up the phone I cradled Lauren's now sweating body and rushed to the kitchen. I grabbed a tray of ice and the hand towels in the drawer by the sink. Wrapping bundles together I tried to cool her down, sitting on the tile floor staring at the front door, willing the doctor to appear.   

The ice was just beginning to puddle when I heard the knocking. "Come in!"

The doctor walked through the front door and stared at the scene before him. I can only imagine what he thought of me.

"Get her off the floor and put her on the table." The doctor's tone was stiff. He  removed her shirt and started examining her. He pushed me away from the table as he checked her over, from head to toe. 

"Did you do this to her?'' He looked disgusted, and I knew why. Under the dining room light her body was a sight. Scarred, bruised, bitten, it was more than I could handle staring at. 

"No." I had to turn away, but I didn't want to leave her. So I moved to where her head rested and just stroked her damp hair while he continued to judge me and diagnose her.

Lauren was still and quiet until the doctor went to draw blood. She moved like someone was setting her on fire. 

"Hold her still." The doctor firmly held to Lauren as he continued to draw blood. I had no choice but to hold her still while he finished. We locked eyes, she was terrified.

"Lauren, it's okay." I pulled her into my arms and she buried her head into my chest. The doctor injected her with a sedative, then began packing up his supplies.

"Can we speak privately?" The doctor gathered his bags and headed towards the door.

"Lauren, I'll be right back." Looking down, she was already passed out. I carried her into the living room, set her on the couch, then walked out front.

"Do you want to tell me what happened to that woman there?" The doctor's accusational tone assumed my guilt, before he heard my answer.

"No." I didn't need to explain myself, he won't believe me anyways.

"Well I won't ask again, but you should know she may need a hospital. She is having a miscarriage. I would put her around three months along, she also has multiple bruised ribs but thankfully nothing feels broken. However, that doesn't mean she is cleared from any internal bleeding. She needs to be treated for infection, but we'll have to go broad on the process since you refuse to seek out a more thorough examination. There'll be bleeding and cramping. I will send the scripts with the housekeeper in the morning. No stress, no lifting, no matter what she needs rest." He started to walk towards his car.

"Thank you." It's all I could think to say. I didn't want her to die.

He paused, then turned to face me, "Don't let anything like this happen to her again. I had such high hopes for you David. Don't become your father." 

With that he left. 

POV David

I was NOT my father. I would never be the man he was. I locked the front door and retrieved Lauren from the couch. She shivered against my chest as I carried her to our room. 

She stirred in my arms and whispered, "Why am I naked?" 

I never had a chance to respond before she dozed off again. I can only imagine what the doctor injected her with after her outburst.

I lowered her to the bed and attempted to release her, but she refused to let me go. Her arms held tight around my neck and after a minute of trying to untangle myself I gave in to exhaustion. I just didn't want to fight anymore, so I laid down beside my little firecracker and she cocooned herself into my body. 

That night I was haunted with the memories of my past. Being a terrified boy, watching my father bringing in different women, hearing the screams. Seeing their faces contort in fear and pain. The way he took pleasure in their misery. I hated him and everything he stood for. He made me a killer, but I refused to let him make me a monster. I woke to a sweat soaked brow. I needed air. I untangled my sleeping beauty's limbs from my body and walked out front. I felt like my days and nights were becoming a blur. I needed to recover my stability. 

I took a deep breath. Checking my watch, just before midnight, a good start to getting back on track. I locked up, grabbed a clean shirt, and climbed into bed. Lauren latched onto me, mumbling some nonsense I couldn't make out, but suddenly the bed wasn't lonely. In less than forty eight hours of meeting this woman, I couldn't imagine not sharing a bed with her. The rest of the night was a blur of snores, blankets shifting and warm bodies cuddling.