Figment of Dreams

Sebastian, Dexar and I made a pact in that infirmary. We would only tell Maddox, we would make Chris pledge on patient confidentiality and I would go to the Skylar mansion for the rest of the week. The week after that it was still the Yule Fest break period, which lasted for two weeks. Normally the swelling in my face would have subsided by the next weekend.

Since Jax had football practice all week for preparation for the games next month, he would not be home for the first few days. I was expecting to see him after though. I needed to come up with a plan to avoid him at his own home.

I had most difficulties with Ash. He was smelling that something was up with my sudden departure to the Skylar mansion since I had some plans made with him and Skylark that I had to cancel. Maddox had been really understanding and caring. It had helped with the process. But Ash had called and texted me multiple times a day and I was getting sick of lying.

I woke up to another one his texts. Every time I saw my wrist I flinched. Otto’s entire hand was printed on it, in dark blue bruises. It still hurt a little. My face was also still purple on my right side, with a head wound on my left frontal lobe from hitting the tree. His knee had been jammed up so high and his fingers too, that everything around my female area was also still sore so sitting was difficult.

Maddox had his contacts on the look-out for Otto. Still we had no news.

I was in the living room in my grey sweatpants and grey crop top, lounging around and looking at nothing on the television when I heard footsteps behind me and I felt his aura again.

‘Carina…’ he greeted me and sat down next to me without asking.

I bet you a hundred Runars, Maddox didn’t know he was here yet.

I shuffled to the side of the couch. ‘I’m not in the mood for bullshit Dosch.’ I groaned. I really wasn’t. My side hurting when I moved upwards to sit up straighter and I winced visibly from the pain.

‘What in the…. Fucking hell…-’ he grabbed my face and I flinched away from his touch. He reached for my wrists. I flinched harder at that. No one was going to touch me without approval ever again.

His breathing got hard, eyes cold. ‘Who?’ he simply asked.

‘I fell from the stairs that’s all.’ I had forgotten about my bruises for one second and then he is all up in my face. Just perfect.

‘Carina… dios mio if you don’t tell me what happened I’m going to start ordering hits on random Rainers.’

‘Well that’s just great!’ I yelled. ‘Pin some innocent murders on me why don’t you? Not the worst thing to happen to me this year!’ I lost my shit. I hit him with a pillow so hard he oompahed. I yelled some insults at him while stomping out of the room like a child. Everything was coming up real fast.

He was on me in a second though. Grabbing me. It gave me flashbacks from Otto so I tried to pull him off me again.

‘Don’t touch me!’ I hysterically yelled and hugged myself. Scared. Angry. Confused. All those things and more.

I ran towards my bedroom and tried to close the door but he was following me. Concern lacing his handsome face.

‘I’m not touching you if you don’t want me to, Carina. But I need to know what happened.’ His voice now soft, understanding. I sat down on my windowsill and raised my legs to my chest and hugged them too me.

He carefully sat down in front of me and just waited for me to speak. He stared at me. Patiently rubbing through his buzzcut and raising his brow. I saw in his expression that he was genuinely upset with seeing me like this.

‘I….’ my voice was already shaking. Talking about it was difficult for me.

He grabbed my hand gently and rubbed circles on it.

‘He….’

‘Who Carina?’

I hiccupped away a sob and broke down again. This time he grabbed me and I let him. Unlike Otto this touch was welcomed. Familiar. Even though we hadn’t spent much time together since we had hooked up, I did feel at ease with Dosch. Everyone else saw a big bad wolf but I saw a puppy in need of guidance.

He just let me cry unto his shoulder while he carefully rubbed my back. I could feel his heart racing in anger though, so Otto just might have signed his death warrant.