Wicked Wednesday #323 — Passenger

At first, she could not feel her body. It was like she was not even there. Then she felt she was prone, and in a great deal of pain. The realization of pain rushed in like flash floods, during a torrential rainstorm. Eliza felt the tears on her cheek, as everything started to come back to her.

She had been a passenger in a car, she only remembered when it flipped. Everything after that was a blur.

“Are you awake?” A young woman in white was sitting next to her, and beaming.

Eliza blinked, and as if the nurse understood she squeezed her hand which Eliza now realized she was holding.

“I have been by your side since you arrived. I have done everything for you, because I knew you would come back. I knew!”

Eliza kept blinking, she hurt too much to do anything else.

And then she remembered Rafe.

She got into the car that crashed because she saw him, and the driver collided with another car on the highway.

When she thought she was safe.

It was her second car crash, and this time felt worse than the other one. She was still because she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything.

She was terrified.

And then there he was in the flesh.

Rafe.

He was holding a bouquet, and looked like he had not slept for days.

“I’ve come to take you home,” he said.

Eliza started to cry.

The young nurse caressed her arm, and wiped her face with a delicate handkerchief that Rafe handed her from his suit.

Eliza cried more.

She cried even more when she was back in her apartment with Rafe, but she could not say anything because she was helpless. The doctor had told her she had not reinjured any of her previous wounds, but she was thoroughly battered. She had hit her head, and her face was swollen again. She looked like a monster.

She cried all of the time, and found comfort rubbing a scar from the previous car crash on her leg.

She did not touch her phone, but she wanted to talk to Adrien. This reminded her of the accident they had encountered.

“Eliza,” Rafe held her, and she cried again. She did not want to be with him, but he had come and she could not take care of herself. She was so angry at him still, running away from him had caused this.

She choked on her tears, and he tried to soothe her. She felt like the author in Misery, she was afraid to be at Rafe’s mercy.

He acted like her life without him had been make believe, and he was amending everything.

She almost wanted to die.

There is more Wicked Wednesday here. This has been an intense writing week for me, starting with my last Masturbation Monday. Not sure what Friday will bring, but do join me for (Flash and) Fleur Friday!

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