"Patients, Please."

Chapter 40

I look down beside me to see the drawer slightly opened. It's the drawer that was locked before, I try and close it but something keeps stopping it. I need to ignore it, I'm not looking through his stuff. I look at the papers; I grab them and stand back up. I look back down to the drawer to see a small box sitting in the corner. I open the drawer to see a folder with my name across it. I pick it up and open it to see my school records.

I continue flipping through and notice my ruling for my court case. I put it down on the desk to continue going through it. I flip through it, everything is here, and every part of the case is here, including the file's information. I can feel myself starting to shake. I keep going to find printed articles about my mom's death. The obituary and my article I wrote in high school about the importance of not drinking and driving on prom night.

I grab the file and bring it out to the living room. He's now sitting on the couch reading about the school. I walk completely around the other side of the coffee table. I throw the file down on the table. "How long have you been keeping tabs on me?"

Mark shoots up, "How did you get into the locked drawer?"

I look up at him feeling myself becoming numb, "That should never be your first response. How long have you been keeping tabs on me?" He starts shaking his head and sits back down. "So you know my deep dark secrets too?"

He shakes his head harder, "No, It's just in the folder."

"So you just printed out all my information and didn't read it? So if I don't know..." I walk over to my backpack and pull out the folder I packed while moving my room and throw it on top of the other folder "... show you this you would have no idea what it is?"

He picks it up and opens it. The first thing was a picture of a boot marked bruise across my side. He closes the folder and puts it back. "What is this?" he asks covering his eyes.

I grab the folder and flip through pages. "Can you explain this picture? Yeah, that photo was taken by the police after I was admitted to the hospital. Why would they take this photo? Because I said when I was admitted that I was mugged. But that was a lie, right? Right, I didn't want the person who did it to get in trouble. Well then who did it? You know who did it. Oh, it was him? Why would he do something as horrible as this? He didn't want to hear what I had to say." I look back up to see his face turning red, "You know everything don't you? You're the one who sent the flower to my mom's grave."

He looks up, "I only sent flowers to your house." He stands back up, "I don't know where your mom is buried."

"You're lying," I say with tears rolling down my face. "How much did you pay someone to go to her grave and clean it up and leave a single white rose?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't do that." I grab my file from the coffee table, I start shoving it into my backpack. "What are you doing?" he asks walking over trying to grab my shoulders. I reach across the couch grabbing the information I gave him, "(Y/N), please, let me explain."

I zip my bag, "That's the thing Mark," I say wiping my eyes. "You've had to explain too many of your actions." I throw my backpack over my shoulder. He reaches out to grab me but I push myself away from him. "Goodbye Mark." I say turning to the door.

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I walk in the apartment to see it empty, thank goodness. Walking back to my room I just throw my backpack on the couch. I look around to see fresh flowers around my room, he's obviously been here while I was gone. I hop down in bed when I hear the door close. I burry myself in bed but it's obviously not Jenna whose walked in, she would have screamed about something by know. I hear my door open, then footsteps walk around my bed. I open my eyes to see Mark on his knees in front of me, he reaches over and moves the hair from my face. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. I close my eyes again, trying to hide my tears from him. "The articles and your assignment were for the scholarship. I promise that's all they were for, but when you called is when I printed out the case file. I found it when I was looking up information about your mom." He continues to run his fingers through my hair. "I didn't mean to break your trust. I just printed it out, I wasn't thinking."