Chapter 7 -- Mary's Mistake

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Chapter 7 -- Mary's Mistake

She had passed out in his arms as he carried her away, and now she was in an unfamiliar building in an unfamiliar bed. She sat up straight and looked around the room.

"Don't hurt yourself," said a deep, familiar voice.

Her head jerked in the direction of the voice, and there he was, seated on a wooden chair in the corner of the small room staring at her with dark, luminous eyes.

"Where am I?" Mary asked.

The room was tiny and bare, minus a small closet, a few shelves and a little table in one of the other corners. The single window by the bed let in streaks of sunlight that warmed her face. Liam walked over and sat on the bed beside her, leaning his back against the wall.

"You're in my room ... in my bed." His eyes gleamed and he seemed to chuckle under his breath as he flashed her a crooked smile.

So this was where he slept ... her heart fluttered at the thought.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked

"Yeah, everything."

Her thoughts went back to her injured head, which was now throbbing painfully. She noticed it was wrapped with a bandage, and there was also a bandage on the part of her neck where Jimmy had cut her. "Oww!" she groaned.

"He hurt you pretty bad, that bastard. Come here." Liam motioned for her to move toward him, so she did. He pulled her into his lap and she rested her head against his chest. He gently stroked the bandage on the back of her head as the two of them sat together in silence for a while.

Mary could hardly concentrate with his body so close to hers. Why was he being so sweet to her? She looked up at his eyes; they were so dark and mysterious, and she wanted to look into them and be able to know all the secrets he was hiding. Despite his momentary sweetness, though, he looked angry ...

And then, with no warning, he pushed her away from him and stood up from the bed. "You're so stupid. Do you have any idea what he could have done to you?" He sounded frantic. "If I hadn't been there, he would've raped you. Why the hell did you do that!?"

She hesitated for a second, and then looked down at the worn wooden floorboards. "B-because I wanted to see you ..."  

With the last word she abruptly looked up at his face to gauge his reaction.

He stared back at her for a moment, his face briefly losing its hardness ... but then the rage returned to his eyes, and, with that, he stormed out of the room, nearly slamming the door behind him.

She was alarmed at his sudden mood swing. She wanted to chase after him, but at the same time she didn't want to make him any madder, so instead of following him she lay back down and wrapped the warm blankets around her, slowly drifting back to sleep as she thought of him.


When she finally awoke for the second time, she looked out the window and noticed that it was dark again.  

"OH MY GOD!" she loudly blurted out.

She had completely forgotten all about Grandpa Harry. On top of not giving him his pills that morning, she had also lost his prescription. Tears streaked her cheeks as she thought about what could happen to him without the medicine he desperately needed.

She leapt off the bed despite her dizziness and rushed into the main room of the apartment. The TV was on, but Liam was not there. She peered into the other bedroom across the hall, only to find several empty beer cans strewn about on the floor. She wondered who else lived there, but she didn't care right now -- she HAD to get back home to her grandpa.

She raced down three flights of stairs, out the front door of the apartment and onto the abandoned street. Not one person was in sight, and she could tell this wasn't a good part of town. At the sound of sirens in the distance, she felt the fear rise up in her chest again, but she ignored it. It was starting to become a familiar feeling anyway, and it didn't matter how she felt because all that mattered was Grandpa Harry.

The tears continued to fall as she ran down the street. She wasn't sure which direction she should take since she hadn't a clue where she was, but she was frantic and knew she wasn't thinking straight. God help me, she thought.

She ran past two homeless men digging through a trash can. "Hey, you got any money?" one of them yelled in her direction. She ran past a drunk guy on a bench, who slurred strange words she couldn't quite make out.

And then, finally, she found a small (extremely sketchy) convenient store. A "Sorry, we're closed" sign hung in the window, but the lights were still on. She tried to open the door, but it was locked, so she beat on it with her fists instead.  

"HELLO!?" she yelled. "Someone help me!"

Just when she was about to give up, a guy in his mid-twenties with a cigarette in his mouth came to the door. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked as he unlocked it for her.

"I'm lost and I need to get home!" she said, panting loudly so she had to take several deep breaths between each word.

"Well just ... chill for a second. You can use the phone in here, alright?"

The guy raised his left eyebrow at her but let her in the door and guided her to the payphone by the newspaper stand.

"I don't have any money," she said helplessly.

He sighed and tossed a few coins at her. "Just hurry up; we're closing soon."

She inserted the coins in the slot and dialed 4-1-1 to get the number for a taxi. She then thanked the guy and waited outside for the cab to arrive, watching him lock the place up and drive away in his beat-up pickup truck.

On her way home, scattered thoughts whizzed through her mind. Was her grandfather okay? Was he even ... alive? She gulped at that awful thought. How could I have been so stupid!? she silently scolded herself.

As soon as she entered the house she ran into his room, but he was not there. She searched the bathroom, the living room ... and finally, the kitchen.

She flipped on the light switch and sure enough, lying face-down on the tiled floor, was Grandpa Harry ...

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