by Kylie Walker
SCARRED
Part 5
By:
Kylie Walker
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Copyright © 2015 By: Kylie Walker
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Kylie Walker holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Thank You
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Chapter 1
Chloe sat in the chair with her knees drawn up to her chest and waited. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails were digging into the palm of her hand...but for hours she barely noticed. Her breaths were ragged and sometimes she would forget to breathe for long periods of time, not remembering until she suddenly felt like she was suffocating and her chest hurt...then she would suck in a deep one and go on waiting...because there was nothing else to do. The only thing she’d really been aware of was the sound of her heart throbbing against the cage inside of her chest and the small but intense pain in the nerve at the top of her head.
She was in another blindingly clean room and as the early morning sun began filtering in through the baby blue blinds on the windows that surrounded them she looked at the clock and tried to remember how long they had been here. It seemed to her as if each click of the second hand lasted a full minute. She focused her attentions then on the private waiting room they had been ushered into when the helicopter arrived. Derek was already gone by the time they got there...taken somewhere into the back, hurt and alone. That thought brought about an intense stab of pain in the center of her chest and she had to force her thoughts somewhere else to keep from completely breaking down.
The room they were in now had obviously been designed to inspire calm and allay anxiety. The paintings were delicate watercolors and the glass topped coffee table was laden with magazines and a colorful vase with fresh flowers that matched the soft blue décor. There were no plastic chairs here, only soft and plush high backed chairs covered in crushed blue velvet and arranged atop plush tan carpeting. Everything was designed for comfort and for calm...but for Chloe there was no comfort to be found here. It didn’t matter where they put her she wasn’t going to relax until she knew that Derek was okay. No amount of calm and quiet could still the sensory overload inside of her head. She wouldn’t be okay again until she knew that he was. Hearing it wouldn’t even be enough. She needed to be allowed to see the rise and fall of his chest herself and place her hand against it and feel his heartbeat. It was the only possible end to this day that she could let herself imagine.
Her brain tried to race across every possible scenario but if it didn’t involve Derek’s full recovery, she would shut it down. Every so often Jesse would invade her thoughts. She knew that this was his doing. She knew it as certainly as the chair she sat in was blue. The most frightening part of it to her was that after years of preparing for him to come after her, the reality of it was a foreign place that she hadn’t been prepared for at all. She had never prepped herself for the possibility of him hurting the people that she loved. She knew that to love was to risk great pain...and when she ran, she had never had any intentions of loving again.
Her eyes rested on Jake. He still looked at her every so often with that confused, suspicious look he’d given her when he’d first seen her in the hospital. Chloe didn’t blame him. Apparently he hadn’t been told about her and how much she looked like Sarah...this was a hell of a way to find out. Right now he seemed focused on nothing but the fitful rays of the sun trying to force their way in. He sat there staring at the window with his face set in a rigid grimace and his arms folded tightly across his broad chest. His foot tapped the carpet underneath him furiously and a tiny little muscle twitched near his right eye every so often. Her heart ached for him too. Derek is his little brother and it was obvious with a look that he loved him.
Keven sat across from his oldest son. Cold sweat glistened across his furrowed brow and his hands sat tightly clasped across his stomach. His fingers wove in and out of each other trying to work through the emotional pain that flowed out of his every pore. This was agony worse than she’d ever felt. Nothing Jesse had done to her in the past rivaled the pain he’d caused by hurting the only man who had ever truly made her feel loved.
The sound of the door opening drew all of their attention. The doctor that walked in had a face like a brick and his movements were sharp and purposeful. He had a chart in his hands that he was looking down at and when he looked up a perfunctory smile flashed across his face for a brief second. The eyes behind the gun-metal gray glasses were tired and shot through with streaks of red. His pale skin gave the impression of one who rarely stepped out of doors and the deep lines around his mouth indicated that he rarely lost himself in fits of laughter. This was the man they had put all of their faith in and he stood before the three of them now without a glimmer of hope on his face.
“I’m doctor Browning. You are Derek Stark’s family?”
“Yes. I’m Kevin Stark this is my son Jake and Derek’s fiancé Chloe Green. Chloe wasn’t surprised Kevin introduced her as the “fiancé.” Getting in to see him while he was in the ICU was not going to be easy and thus far, Kevin had afforded her every imaginable courtesy.
The gray doctor nodded and glanced back down at his chart. “Mr. Stark is stable right now. We removed his spleen and repaired an artery in his stomach that was ruptured and bleeding. We’ve also done a craniectomy...”
“What is that?” Jake interrupted.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said, catching himself talking in technical terminology. “A craniectomy is where a portion of the skull is removed in order to relieve pressure against the brain. He’s suffered a severe brain injury and there is a significant amount of bleeding around the brain causing pressure and swelling. The removal of part of the skull allows the brain to swell upwards rather than down where it would put pressure on the brain stem and possibly cause brain death. The bone is kept in a bank and when the swelling is controlled it can be returned.”
Waves of nausea were now added to Chloe’s misery.
“Is he breathing on his own?”
“Currently, he is in what we call a medically induced coma. By shutting down function of the brain, we’re giving it time to heal without the body doing its normal radical “triage” and shutting off blood flow to the sections of itself which are damaged. He’s on a ventilator because as long as his brain is shut down, he’ll be unable to breathe on his own.”
“Can he breathe on his own?” Jake asked again clarifying, “If he wasn’t in the coma?”
“With a traumatic brain injury, the only indication of how severe it really is comes when the patient is brought out of the coma.”
“So we’re still waiting to see what happens?” Kevin asked. He sounded so tired and defeated. Chloe’s heart went out to him.
“Yes Mr. Stark. We’ve taken care of the issues that were imminently life threatening...now we wait.”
“How long?” Chloe barely recognized her own voice as she squeaked out the question.
“I wish I could give you an exact time Miss Green. The truth is that i
t varies a lot from one patient to the next. It will depend on how quickly he heals and what other complications might arise. Typically it’s anywhere from a few days to a few weeks before the swelling in the brain subsides enough to bring them out of the coma.”
“Can we see him?” Kevin asked.
“Yes, but one at a time,” the doctor said. He looked less clinical and more human suddenly as he said, “I’m truly sorry that I don’t have better news for you right now...but we will keep you updated with any changes.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
Chloe took a deep breath. Hearing he was “stable” was better than when he was “critical,” but the truth was she didn’t feel any better now than she had before. It still sounded like he was in trouble. She thought about Jesse again and anger boiled up inside of her. She wanted to shout...drop to her knees and have a tantrum like a toddler, kicking and screaming. She wanted to vent...let it out and make room inside of her for something besides grief and anger. She didn’t do any of those things. She stood silently and swallowed the bile that kept rising in her throat and waited again. This time, for someone to tell her that she could see him. She needed to see him...
“Go ahead Dad,” Jake told Kevin. “You can go first.” Kevin looked at Chloe. He tried to form a smile but his lips seemed too heavy to lift and it never made it to his eyes.
“I won’t be long,” he told her. She did her best to smile back at him and nodded. She and Jake both watched him go and then Chloe walked slowly over to the window.
“You’re Sarah’s sister?” Jake’s voice carried across the quiet room and landed in Chloe’s ears like a foreign object. It took her several seconds to process his words and when she did, she turned around and said, “Yes. I’m her twin. I only found out recently.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, but thankfully let it go there, for now. He went over to the little coffee pot in the corner and poured himself a Styrofoam cupful.
“Do you want some coffee?” he asked her.
“No thank you,” she said. She didn’t think that she could keep anything down. Her stomach felt like it was full of acid and that acid was welling up into her throat and burning her chest. Chloe turned back to the window, raised the shade and stared out on the city. She watched the people and cars down on the street coming and going and she marveled at how life could just continue on while a life as precious as Derek’s hung in the balance.
When it was Chloe’s turn to see Derek, she entered the glass-walled room with trepidation. She stood near the door and looked at him. His chest moved up and down with the steady rise and fall of the oxygen being forced into his body by the tube that went into his mouth and down his throat. His head was bandaged and both of his eyes were swollen and purple. He had an IV in his right hand and a steady drip of fluids and medications ran through it. Multicolored wires came out of the white and blue gown he wore and snaked up to a machine that beeped rhythmically and displayed his heart rate. A blood pressure cuff adorned one arm and every so often it would fill with air and make clacking noises as it made its measurement and then relaxed. The numbers would show up in neon white against the green screen of the monitor above him.
Chloe sucked in a breath to steady herself, smelling the pungent scent of antiseptic in her nose as she did. On trembling legs she went to the edge of the bed. She slid her small hand into his big one hating the fact that his was limp and cold. She took another shaky breath and said, “I’m so sorry, Derek. I’m going to make sure that he pays for doing this to you.” She could feel hot tears running silently down her cheeks. “If I could trade places with you, I would. This is my fight...not yours. I never should have gotten you involved. I shouldn’t have gotten Trevor involved...and Samantha...and now your family is suffering as well...I’m so sorry. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure that he never hurts anyone I care about, ever again.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead...it was the only place on his poor beautiful face that wasn’t scraped, cut, bruised or swollen.
Chapter 2
Chloe, Kevin and Jake were all reluctant to leave the hospital. They let one person at a time in to see him every few hours and they each took their turns all day. Chloe spent her time with him after that first visit just talking to him about everything.
“I called Trevor and Samantha today. Trevor is being discharged from the hospital this evening and Samantha says he’s doing really well. They both send their love and they’ll be here as soon as Trevor is able to make the drive. You’re in every one’s thoughts, it seems. Your poor father is going to have to hire an assistant just to field all of the calls from concerned friends, co-workers and clients. He’s been on the phone all day when he wasn’t in here with you. He loves you so much, Derek, and so does your brother.
Speaking of your brother, he is not too sure about me. He seems suspicious of me and I suppose I can’t blame him, especially since I’m suspicious of practically everyone I meet. He’s been very polite and appropriate about it though. Your father definitely did a great job raising the two of you. I also called Lexi and Roxi. I knew they would both be worried about me if I didn’t make it back home today. Lexi’s big bouncer man is going to stay with her, so I don’t have to worry. They both send their love to you. Roxi said to “man up” and get out of here soon.” She laughed at that through the tears that clung to the edges of her eyes. She looked at the clock then and realized that her time was up. It was Jake’s turn to come in. Chloe stood up and kissed him, this time just very lightly on the lips. She felt the tears threatening to spill over again, but she fought them back. “Get better Derek, quickly. We all need you.”
She hated leaving him. Each time she did, she worried that something would happen and it would be the last time she got to see him. The three of them rotated visiting until around eight p.m. when the nurse came to speak to them.
“Visiting hours are over now, but you can come back at eight a.m. tomorrow. I’ll keep a good eye on him tonight and call you if there are any changes. You should all go home and get some rest.”
When Chloe looked at Kevin and Jake’s faces, she could see the same fear in their eyes that she felt...the fear of not being here if Derek needed them.
“Chloe, you’ll come with us,” Kevin said as if it had all been decided.
“Oh no, I really don’t want to leave...”
With sadness in his eyes Kevin said, “He’s stable sweetheart. The nurse has all of our numbers and they’ll call if there are any changes in his condition. It’s been an exhausting 24 hours and you didn’t get any sleep last night. You have to rest or you’ll get sick and then you won’t be any good to him at all.”
“Okay, but I can get a hotel room...” Chloe could see the way Jake was looking at her in her peripheral vision. He didn’t trust her and his suspicions, coupled with her guilt made her a nervous wreck.
“Nonsense, I have eight bedrooms. There is no reason at all for you to stay in a hotel. I’m going to call for the car.”
Chloe nodded. She didn’t have the energy to argue with him. She was horribly reluctant to leave Derek, but she knew that Kevin was right...there was nothing she could do here tonight.
The three of them barely spoke on the ride to the mansion each of them wrapped tightly in their own thoughts...their own private fears gnawing at their insides. As they approached a set of wrought iron gates Chloe could see the mansion looming proudly atop a small rise in the expansive grounds laden with green grass and tall leafy trees. The car came to a cobblestone roundabout with a fountain at the center, drove around it and stopped near the massive oak doors. The house was a Victorian built out of mostly red bricks. Huge windows surrounded the lower level and a small white balcony railing surrounded the upper one. It was the most beautiful home Chloe had ever seen up close and the sight of it gave her a deeper sense of not belonging here. Sarah would have easily fit in here...but not Chloe. She glanced at Jake again as they entered the grand foyer and she thought she could see there on his face that he t
hought the same thing.
“Chloe, I know that you’re tired...but there are some things I would really like to talk to you about before we retire for the night,” Kevin said.
“Of course,” she said. In reality, she was in no mood to talk about any of it. She wanted to climb into bed, alone and finally cry the tears she’d been biting back most of the day. She followed Kevin into a large sitting room and Jake trailed behind. Kevin offered her a seat on a plush tan sofa. She sank down into it and realized just how tired she was when she did.
Kevin and Jake sat in chairs opposite her and Kevin said, “You and I both had the same thought at the hospital in Albany...but we didn’t have time to discuss it. You think Jesse had something to do with this?”
“Jesse who?” Jake asked.
Neither Chloe nor Kevin acknowledged him as Chloe nodded and said, “I’d be willing to bet on it. Derek wouldn’t have been speeding. I’m sure he took great care of his car and his brakes didn’t just fail. Jesse is a disgusting coward and this would be exactly the type of thing he would do.”
“Who is Jesse?”
Kevin finally looked at his older son and said, “Jesse Donovan.”
“Vince Donovan’s son? That arrogant punk? I thought he was in prison or something. What the hell does he have to do with Derek?”
“Just a second Jake. I’ll explain what I can,” Kevin told him. “Chloe, has Jesse contacted you at all? Have you seen him?”
“No, but I feel him. I feel like I’m being watched. I know that he’s lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to get me alone. He had to get Derek out of the way first, but he wasn’t man enough to do that face to face.”
“Damn it! I would appreciate it if someone told me what the hell is going on? Why didn’t I know that Sarah had a sister and most especially, why didn’t I know that Derek was dating her?”
Chloe looked up at Jake who had jumped to his feet. He looked like he was seething with frustration. “I only just found out for sure that Sarah was my sister. Derek and I began dating before that. Jesse Donovan is my ex-boyfriend. He tried to kill me two years ago. He only recently got out of prison.”