Who is he kidding?
I’m beyond fucking damaged.
But the damage is invisible, it all exists in my head. The one place that will be the hardest to remove it from, if I ever can.
“Lucy, there are two police officers outside, waiting to speak to you,” Doctor Malone says, and I feel the anxiety creep its way up my chest. I knew this was coming, but it doesn’t mean that I am prepared for it. “I’ve told them that they can only enter when you feel ready to talk to them, and if that isn’t today, then I will tell them to leave.”
Even Doctor Malone is giving me a fucking pity-look.
God.
What has my life come to?
“I’ll see them,” I say, a ferocious determination running through me to get this done, start the process of eradicating the poison from within.
“Are you sure?” Cal says, and I whip my head to look at him, groaning a little as I do from the ache that surges through my neck with the movement.
“I’m sure.”
Cal squeezes my hand and I squeeze his back. More silent words.
I’ll be here with you.
I’m strong enough to do this.
Together.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Inner torment
Cal
I sit and listen to the police officers ask question after question after question.
Some of her answers make my insides boil with rage.
Some of her answers break me.
Some of her answers make me want to throw up and expel the utter disgust that I feel towards Michael.
What he did to her.
How he made her feel.
I fucking despise him.
If he were in this room right now, there would be nothing stopping me from tearing him limb from fucking limb.
His abuse.
His reign.
His hatred.
A monster.
“Are there anymore incidents?” The police woman asks, her face stoic, her eyes guarding anything she is thinking.
