Jessa when I opened up that bedroom door.
“Was she raped?” I finally ask.
I open my eyes and look their way.
Bear comes to stand by my side.
“No, Brick,” he says. “It came close. Within seconds, from what she’s told us. But, he wasn’t able to start anything before you broke the door in.”
I exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Thank fuck.
“We had the doc check her over,” Bear continues. “They were drugging her with a strong sedative, but the doc said she wouldn’t have any long-term effects because of it. The only thing physically wrong with her was that she had some lesions on her wrists and ankles where the man she called, Bob, had her tied to the St. Andrew’s cross, and the bed.”
My blood boils as I remember every detail of the moment I busted through the door. My woman tied to a bed, completely naked, while that fucking man had his dick ready to go.
“I wish I would have pulled a Trigger and locked that fucker up for weeks and tortured his ass,” I say, angry at myself for losing control.
“You got your revenge,” Trigger says. “Now, rest, heal, and make your woman happy.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get the image out of my head, but I can push it aside. Trigger’s right. Now’s not the time to think about things I can’t change.
Closing my eyes, I put my full focus on the woman in my arms and fall asleep.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jessa
Brick was able to leave the hospital the day after he woke up. He was able to walk just fine and was able to control his pain through pain medication. It’s been a couple of weeks now, and he’s doing great.
He told me that he already moved all of my things from his parent’s house to his while I was missing. I tried to explain that I could still live in my house until we were ready for the next step in our relationship. But he wasn’t having it.
So, yesterday morning, I sold my dad’s house. It was hard, and I cried the entire time. But, once the papers were signed and I came back to Brick’s house, to our home, I felt relieved.
I miss my daddy every single day, but I’m finally ready to accept that he’s gone and move forward. He’ll always be in my heart, and I’ll make sure that he is never forgotten.
Brick and I talked, and we decided it would be a good idea if I spoke to someone about my experiences. I tried to tell him that talking to him was enough, but he seems to think talking to a specialist would be for the best, as long as I don’t talk about killing my own mother, of course. I don’t mind it, though. I’ve been to a couple of meetings, and I have to agree that it does help.
During the last meeting, one of the other patients had asked about our thoughts on having children after our experiences. To be honest, up until that point, I hadn’t thought of it. Brick and I have had sex numerous times without protection, but the possibility of me getting pregnant hasn’t come up in conversation.
“Do you want children?” I ask.
Brick is sitting in the middle of our living room floor, putting together a bookshelf he bought for me. He stops what he’s doing and turns to face me.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He just sits there and stares. I don’t move or speak, letting him work through his thoughts. Finally, he smiles.
“I do, yes,” he says. “What about you?”
I nod my head. “I’ve only had the thought for the past few days,” I admit. “Then I remembered all the times we’ve had unprotected sex. At first, I panicked at the idea of being pregnant, but I really do think that it’s something I want.”
Brick’s smile widens as he stands.
“I already talked to my doctor about it,” I say shyly. “I just wanted to make sure I was healthy enough to carry a baby.”
“And what did your doctor have to say,” he says as he slowly makes his way towards me.
“She said that I’m good to go, her exact words,” I giggle. “We did get some tests taken to confirm that I’m not pregnant at the moment, though.”
I was thankful when she told me that. I know that Bob didn’t actually manage to rape me, but they did keep me sedated and underfed. I was concerned that it would harm an unborn