Killer Results

Goodmorning

POV Lauren

I woke up to the smells of coffee and cinnamon, my mouth watering before I even opened my eyes. I rotated and the pain shot through my body. 

I gasped. "s**t, hell fire!" 

My eyes were watering and I couldn't breathe. I had to pee and I couldn't move. My body rebelled and fought against each attempt to move, but I needed to pee. 

"Good morning." David's voice was calm as he entered the room.

I tried again to sit up, but the noise I made must have been enough to alert David to my current situation. 

He approached me and asked, "Painful this morning, can I help?"

I pointed towards the bathroom.

 "Bathroom?" He leaned over and lifted me up, I rolled into his chest, he smelled so good. However, I was beyond mortified at the moment, to even think of enjoying his scent.

"I have to pee." I couldn't even look at him. My ribs had to be broken because the thought of breathing made my body whimper. David sat me on the toilet and handed me toilet paper. "Let me know when you're done." He stepped to the doorway and waited. I hated this. I peed and knew I was going to cry when I wiped myself, but I would die before I asked him to do it. Seconds later, I was ready for death, the pain was more than I could bear.

He never said a word and was so gentle as he carried me to the kitchen.

"Here." David set five pills in front of me along with a glass of orange juice.

"What are these?" I picked them up and swallowed them.

David lifted an eyebrow. "Do you want to know now? You already took them."

''True, but just in case you poisoned me, I would like to know if I should be counting down my last moments on this earth." I smiled at David and drank the rest of the juice. Sitting up was so much better than lying flat. 

David set a cup of coffee and a big cinnamon roll in front of me, then set a place for himself beside me. "I have no interest in killing you."

I had to raise an eyebrow to that. "Thank you."

''You will need a couple weeks to recover. You have some very deep cuts that should've been stitched and the bruises are only getting darker over the next few days. Rest and time, then you'll be as good as new." David bit into the roll and I was mesmerized by his overall calm.

"How are you so calm?" Here I was, sitting in front of him, flustered and wounded, and he was just going along like I was an old friend here on holiday.

"When you are ready to explain to me why you allowed yourself to be taken advantage of, then I will try to understand you. Until then, you are just a beautiful young woman, having breakfast with me." David took another bite.

"I got the upper hand in the end." I tore a piece off the roll and stuffed it in my mouth. Darn these rolls were really good, I closed my eyes and swallowed slowly.

"Yet you are the one sitting here looking like the victim, carrying the scars and facing the world in pain. Where are they?" David sipped his coffee and studied me.

"They are dead." At least I hope they are. I took another big bite of the roll and tried not to think about whether or not I could've failed to kill them last night.

"Are you sure?'' Doubt was creeping into my mind and I tried to wash it away with the coffee in front of me, but my mouth dried immediately. 

I wasn't sure. In all honesty, last night was the worst night of my life. The men who followed me behaved like lustful demons, by the time I found the scalpel, I was barely conscious enough to protect myself. I remember rolling over and sinking the blade into the man that was on top of me, his blood was on my clothing. Then another man grabbed me, I know I struck his head and neck, before he released me. After that, I just ran. There was a third, another man, who must have fled. I couldn't breathe.   

"That's what I thought." David walked his plate to the sink and then refilled his coffee cup. 

"This morning I took a drive to the bar near where I found you." He came back over and sat next to me. "There was an attack last night, even witnesses. Police were out investigating the scene."

I couldn't move. Did they see me? Was I in trouble? 

"I didn't know." I just sat stunned.

I must have been visibly upset because David gently picked me up and cradled me onto his lap. My pain vanished. Between my fear and his warmth my brain became mush.

"The witnesses reported three men attacked a young woman that was walking alone. They got her secluded and during the altercation two of the men were stabbed, the other took off and the police are looking for him." David paused. "The police have the two men in custody and they are looking for the young woman."

"They don't know about me?'' I leaned into David's chest and tried to calm my racing heart.

"No they don't know why you were there at the bar last night or that you are the woman they are looking for that was attacked." David took a breath, "you're safe now."

"I will never be safe." I looked at David willing him to understand that I have never been safe, my entire adult life I have been reminded over and over, I am inferior and weak. 

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POV David

I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, realizing even those weren't spared the abuse. The signs of a black eye were beginning under her left eye along with broken blood vessels. This beautiful woman was destroying herself and I couldn't understand why.          

Lauren pulled her eyes away from me and said, "You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes." I wouldn't lie to her. At this moment she was offering me something, and I wanted it.

Lauren paused for a moment then looked back up at me. 

"Did you hate them?" 

"No." I don't kill out of hate.

"Then why did you kill them?'' Lauren looked so confused.

"Because I loved them." I loved everything they stand for in life.

"I don't understand." Lauren was frustrated. "I hated those men. I hated what they did to me, what they wanted to do to me. I wanted them to suffer and I never want them to hurt anyone ever again. They are scum. I want them all dead!"

I gently rocked Lauren in my arms. She was so angry. There was so much hate inside of her, it blinded her. She wanted to kill blindly, and you will falter if you plan blind. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, my little firecracker was ready to explode. I heard her take a breath before whispering, "Do you love me?"

"I want to take care of you and I don't want you to hurt anymore." To be honest I could love her with so much ease. She allowed me to hold her, take care of her and even now when I knew she was afraid, she didn't think of running. "I could love you."

"If you love me, will you kill me?" Lauren looked back up at me, and I knew I would never kill her, but my urges inside were real and would need to be met in ways that kept her safe. 

"I will do anything to keep you safe." That seemed to satisfy her and she started to doze off as the medications kicked in. I carried her back into the bedroom and tucked her in. She would sleep quite a bit the next few days while she recovered from her injuries.