Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 97

Bethany POV

Hank ended up giving me a jab to put me to sleep.

I have no idea how long I slept, but I must have needed it and was glad I did not have a nightmare or any new memories while sleeping. I would rather be awake when I remember stuff because I am not sure how much was real and how much was made up to cause it a bad nightmare.

Though I am sure I have pushed for my records, Hank so far has not let me see the reports on my injuries, and no one will tell me yet what condition I was in when I arrived there. I tried to find out by logging into the hospital notes, but I am not on the hospital computer system as a patient.

Dad said something about the hospital being my safe house, and no sign of me being there had been seen yet. I am curious to know how long he is going to keep me in the dark about all of this. Hank said, till I remember enough, was the nightmare not enough? Theo has been by my side constantly, watching me like a hawk. Even Robson came in to look in on me and stayed for a little while before being called back to work. Kitty had stayed, too. Well, I assumed she had, as she was there when Hank jabbed me and was still there when I woke up. Her face showed worry and sympathy, both of which I did not wish to see on her face.

'Do you need anything, Bethany?' Kitty asked as she came out of the kitchen with two coffees in her hands.

'Is one of those coffees for me?'

'Yes, but would you like something to eat?' She pushed harder, trying to get food into me, but I was not starving.

'I can wait for dinner time.' I pushed back, hoping she would back off a little on the food side.

'Nonsense, you must eat. Let me make a toasty for you.' Kitty was not going to let me go without eating.

'Yes, please, just one and only cheese. I am not in the mood for tomato or ham. I caved and let her make me something to stop her from pushing.

I had just finished eating when Dad arrived with Jacko. I like Jacko; he joined us a few times on our sports days or if we had a special birthday party for Dad. Behind Jacko was a woman, and by the way she looked around the room, I got the impression she was a cop. Oops, policewoman.

'Hi Bethany, do you remember Jacko?' he asked, and I was not offended by his question; there were so many gaps that I might have forgotten him.

'Yep, we won, Jacko. Are you going to take us to the fancy restaurant to celebrate?' I giggled. We had a bet. I, of course, bet our team would win, and the loser would pay for dinner at a restaurant of our choosing. He laughed.

'Of all the things to remember, you have to remember that.' He came and kissed my cheek and stood back.

'This is Pam. She is here to assist in asking you some questions and to sign your statement! Jacko said Dad had gone to the kitchen to grab coffee. That action told me that he could not be part of this. He had to stay impartial, or it could jeopardize the case they were building. I had learned enough over the years and helped Dad study when he went for higher status in the force.

Jacko and Pam took their seats at the table, and I sat across from them. I read the statement and signed it. It looked terrible in print, and tears threatened to fall down my face.

'Can you look through these photo albums and tell us if you recognize any of those people with you in the cave?' Pam asked and pushed three photo albums towards me. I hesitantly opened the first one and started to flip through the pictures. I stopped at one, pointed to the photo, and winced a little. It was the man I thought was the other man's bodyguard. I, of course, pointed to Cynthia and Mother and thought I should be a little surprised they were there. I assumed Dad would have already said something, but then I remembered he had to stay out of it. I found a well-dressed man as well. There were no names, so I had no idea who he was, but what I had not remembered in my nightmare but came to me while I was looking at the pictures were two more men who had come in while I was fading in and out of consciousness.

'Are you sure about those two?' Pam asked, a little shocked, and made a note in a red pen.

'Yes, they came in after I was beaten up; I was not awake all the time; I was fighting to stay with them, that one. I pointed to one of the men.

'He came over and punched me in the face. I felt he broke my cheek, and that was lights out for me. I did not wake up again after that. I had not remembered that part when I was retelling the nightmare.

'We can add that to your statement and make any other additions as your memory comes back,' Pam said softly. Jacko left to talk to Dad and the others who were over in the kitchen, standing outside my questioning. I was left with Pam as she went through a few more things and used our printer to print out an extra page for my statement.

'That is all for today. Call me anytime you remember something new that you think could be part of our case. She pushed her card towards me, and though I took it, I would most likely call Dad or Jacko before this lady. I don't know her and feel more comfortable around those I do know once I get my full memory back, that is.

Dad left with Jacko and Pam, and Hank and Kitty left too. I was tired from all the talking with Pam and was happy to have time alone with Theo. He suggested a spa, and that sounded good to me.

'Theo, do you think Dad will let my brother come visit? I would like to hear how he is doing.' I suddenly asked out of the blue.

'I see no reason why not; we can ask him. When we had a chance next time, we saw him. Theo was attentive, washing my body and kissing my neck. I groaned at the pleasure Theo was giving me. His hand snaked down to my lady parts, and he fingered me. I pulled away from him and turned around, and I straddled him. He was quick to take back control and ease himself inside of me, and I moved up and down carefully. Having never done this in a spa before, I was not sure what to expect, but the sensation of the water on my exposed tender flesh. He was different, good, different. Theo tried to thrust harder inside of me but found our position difficult. He stood up, and carried me out of the spa, water dripping from both of us and onto the floor, but neither of us seemed to care at that moment. He headed to the nearby physio bench, and soon, we were both pounding and grinding against each other; he found the pace he had been chasing. He built me up till I was screaming his name as I exploded around him. He shouted out my name and followed me, releasing his warmth, exploded inside of me, and we lay there panting.

Theo climbed off the bed, picked me up bridal style, and carried me to the bathroom, where he turned on the water in the shower, put his hand under the water until he had the right temperature, and then carried me into the shower. Then he lowered me till my feet hit the floor, and he captured my lips, then nipped at my bottom lip and sucked on it, then kissed it better, then back to thrusting his tongue into my mouth and dancing with my tongue. He made me breathless as he continued to kiss me.

He pulled back and looked at me with so much tenderness and love, his eyes looking deep into mine, before dropping to his eyes to look at my mouth as I licked my lips, then flicked them back up at me, his eyes twinkling with mirth and l**t. Theo took the sponge and started to wash my body, slow, sensual movements, making me want him all over again, but I was too exhausted from our recent encounter, and I think he knew this.

He did not pursue going again. He shampooed my hair when he was satisfied I was clean enough; he turned off the tap, grabbed a soft fluffy towel, and wrapped it around me before grabbing one for himself and wrapping it around his waist. It always fascinated me watching Theo put the towel on, not at all like I do, but then I do a lot of things differently. He helped me back to our room and let me dry myself. As I watched him dry himself, he kept an eye on me.

Dinner was takeaway, and then bed. I was concerned I might have another nightmare and tried to avoid going to bed, but Theo would hear none of that and threatened to call Hank to come and give me a shot to put me to sleep. I was yawning and fighting it, and in the end, I gave up and succumbed to sleep.