She’s mine now and I’m going to make sure she’s safe.
Grabbing the sheet I cover her and take her out of this place, promising myself I’ll do whatever it takes to fix her.
Chapter Seven
Megan
Pain is all I feel but I see his face.
Dante…
I seem to sleep a lot and drift in and out of consciousness.
There was a doctor that first night who tended to my wounds. He came back a few times after in the days that followed. Each time I just remembered hearing his voice.
I was in so much pain though that everything bled into one. All I’m aware of is that he takes care of me. He feeds me, cleans me and I feel safe.
It seems like forever has passed again when I start to feel better and that’s when I start to worry. My face doesn’t hurt as much and I’m able to sit on my own.
I never allowed them to see that though. Not Dante and not the doctor.
I stayed in bed in the room I was placed in. A beautiful contemporary room that looks like it should be his from the way it’s decorated. Many nights I lie awake wondering if it is.
I can’t stay here forever but I can’t go back to Lucca either. I realized something after those men attacked me. I don’t want to die.
I don’t.
I don’t want to be treated like a thing. I just want to be me.
Holding out here is the best thing I can do until I’m stronger, strong enough to think.
I don’t think I could escape here, wherever here is. I don’t think I’d want to run from Dante.
But what’s he going to do with me?
He won’t keep me.
I don’t expect that.
Nights pass and by my count, I think I’ve been with him now for over two weeks. It feels like longer but it isn’t.
Another night approaches and it’s late when I hear a melody playing.
Piano music. It’s my song.
‘I Dream a Dream’.
At first, I wonder if I’m hearing things then I know I’m not. There’s a piano here and someone is playing it.
Someone?
Don’t I know who that someone is?
Scared and weak, I slip off the bed and follow the music. It takes me to the hall where there’s a grand piano and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen playing it like it’s an extension of him and the music is flowing from him.
Dante’s playing my song like he’s calling to me. Calling me to him.
Beckoning me, the girl who sang this song to go to him.