Michael struggled to his feet, regaining his composure.
Lucy stayed deadly still beside me. I couldn’t even see her chest moving to notify me that she was still breathing.
I wanted to devote my attention to her, but I couldn’t. Not with him in the room.
“Get out,” I growled.
Michael squared his shoulders, and I presume his stance was meant to intimidate me, but he needn’t have bothered. He doesn’t scare me, and he fucking knows it.
His tactics won’t work with me.
He’s a fucking parasite, a coward that preys on those that let him in.
The worst kind of man.
I continued to press the nurse’s buzzer, wondering where the fuck they were.
“She’s mine,” Michael answered possessively. “She will always be mine, and she’ll always keep a piece of me with her. She won’t ever be able to let me go.” He stalked forwards, a smirk across his face.
Anger flooded through me. “You need to leave.” My teeth clenched, and my hands balled into fists.
“She wants me here,” he continued. Fucking delusional. “She needs me. She doesn’t know how to survive without me.”
I laughed, I actually fucking laughed at him and his ridiculous ramblings.
“She loves me, and she knows that coming back to me is the best thing for everybody,” Michael said, his warped mind shining through.
“Best thing?” I barked back. “Are you referring to the hate that you spew at her on a daily basis? Or is it the way that you batter her body, bruise her skin and make her feel worthless?” I gritted my teeth harder; so hard I’m surprised they didn’t crack.
“You’re just jealous,” he spat at me. “You want her, and I’m the one that gets to keep her.”
Michael is the biggest asshole that I have ever met, and I’ve met a few. I struggled to gain control of my emotions as Michael’s hands balled into fists and his arm started to move backwards. He had clearly had enough of talking and decided to turn things into a physical fight. I have to admit that I was surprised that he was squaring up to me, seeing as I have a more than fucking good chance of fighting back without him overpowering me.
I shouted out for the nurse’s, needing them to get in here and see if Lucy was still okay, still breathing, still alive.
Michael’s arm moved forward, his balled fist coming towards my face.
I was ready.
I wanted nothing more than to pummel this prick into next week.
I wanted to watch the life drain out of the fucker that hurt the only girl to ever have my heart.
As I prepared to fight back, adrenaline surged through me, but Michael’s arm abruptly stopped before he was pulled back a couple of steps, his body jerking, his face morphing into shock.
Two security guards appeared either side of him as they held him away from me, and away from Lucy. The one looked pale as fuck, and so he should, seeing as he should have been manning her door. I could only presume he took a piss if his unzipped flies are anything to go by.
My eyes went to the three nurses and the doctor behind. One nurse was clutching her cheek, and when she pulled her hand away, I saw the angry red mark.
A mark that had no place being there.
A mark left by a beast, a monster, a fucking low-life.
A mark left by Michael, who was now trying to fight his way out of the guards hold.
One nurse ran over to Lucy, bending over her, checking her pulse as I prayed that she was going to be okay.
Lucy. A woman that views herself as weak, but really, she’s the strongest of us all.
