Chapter 6
True
I wake up in another strange bed, seconds later all the memories come crashing back and I wonder if I made a mistake trusting Atlas. He is one scary-looking son of a bitch, with that scar running across his face but I feel safe with him and that’s not something I say easily. I have felt on the outside looking in my whole life, never really feeling like I belong but in the small amount of time I have spent with Atlas I feel a belonging deep in my bones, not just me belonging to him but him belonging to me. I hold my head as I get up to go find the bathroom, I must have taken too many hits on the head during the beating Victor gave me. My head is spinning. Just as I sit up in the bed there is a knock on the door.
“True?” A deep male voice seeps through the door.
“Yeah?” I responded.
“Can I come in?” the voice asks me.
“Um, yeah I guess,” I say. The door swings open in a near silent swoosh,
“Is there anything I can get for you?” He asks me.
“Yeah, can you help me to the bathroom,” I ask?
“Sure,” he says as he comes over to the bed and helps me up, we take a short walk to the bathroom. He makes sure I am good before he leaves me to handle my business. I slowly make it to the sink to wash my hands and just as I feel like my legs might give out Atlas is there to carry me back not to the bed that I woke up in but the bed across the hall in what I am assuming is his bedroom.
“I want to call in a doctor to look at you if you are ok with that? Off the book,” he adds.
“Yes, I would be ok with that,” I say and Atlas takes his phone out and calls someone named Doone.
“Someone will be here within the hour,’ he says as he hangs up the phone.
An hour later and I have been poked and prodded to the point of screaming. I have lacerations, which meant stitches, puncture wounds, a few broken ribs, a couple of broken fingers that got reset and buddy taped, and an orbital floor fracture. If Atlas hadn’t come that night and rescued me I would have laid in that room and died.
The doctor talked to Atlas in hushed tones that I could not hear, handed him a couple of pill bottles, and left after promising he’d be back in a couple of days to check my progress.
“I’d like you to stay in my room so I can keep a better eye on you.” says Atlas.
I turn to look at Atlas,“where are you going to sleep?” I ask because I hope he doesn’t think he’s going to sleep in the bed with me even if it is his bed. Although this bed is the biggest bed I have ever seen, he could get in while I lay sideways and I still wouldn’t be able to touch him.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa,” he says.
I take a look at what he calls a sofa and it’s wide enough to be a full-size bed and long enough for a baby giant. “Will you be comfortable?”
“ Yes, I made sure I had furniture made large enough for my generous size.” He responds
I nod my head and lay back on the bed, exhausted.
Atlas
I look at the woman, the only woman ever to lay or sleep in my bed. She is so little compared to me, she looks like a toddler instead of a grown woman. I have an Alberta King size bed, one of the biggest beds you can get, my brothers and I have either the Alberta king or Texas king size bed but of course, once Jag got married he upgraded to the Alaskan king size bed and has been talking about getting the family size or family XL. I do not know why I can’t imagine him letting Savannah sleep anywhere away from him.
I turn the tv on, make sure the volume is low so as not to disturb True and plot. I want to ask True why she was in Victor’s house and beaten to within an inch of her life but I will wait until she is better. I hope I did not make a mistake by bringing her here, but after the doctor came and examined her I know without a doubt she would have died if she stayed in that house any longer. She was malnourished and dehydrated on top of the physical injuries she suffered. The doctor left antibiotics and pain pills, she took the antibiotics but adamantly refused to take the pain pills the doctor left or anything for pain. Once she took the pills she ate again she had fallen asleep before I could put the dishes on the nightstand.
I go over to my computer and pull up the security feed from Victor’s compound, a few taps later and I watch Victor walk into his house and discover the dead bodies and girls missing. I read his lips as he made a call ordering the plane to be readied to take him to Columbia. Fucking Columbia! Could I follow him? Yes. Will I follow him? No. So until he brings his bitch ass back to America I will regroup and plan. I plan on dismantling his real estate company and his organization. Doone will get the credit but I will get the reward, so let the games begin. I shut the computer back down, go over to the sofa, lay down, and go to sleep while keeping True safe.