Hell Of A Marriage
Chapter 37

"You will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly - that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp." ~Anne Lamotts

Vary consciousness a few days later and her blurry eyes open and as she searches around she realises that she in is a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggles to move, but she's for some reason is impaled to the bed. Her head is still fuzzy and her body us weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens and she hears footstep in the room, coming close to her bedside she continues to struggle in order to get free and run away, but just like it has been since she woke up it is still impossible.

The man is in a long white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck and Vary knows he's a doctor. He's tall, probably around six feet, a bit masculine and with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and thin lips. He looks around his mid-thirties, but he looks very fit for his age. Always visit FindNovel.net for more novels and updates

"You are finally awake," comes the cheerful voice of the doctor as he smiles down at her warmly.

She is afraid as she stares at him with her eyes panicking, "What are you going to do to me?" she asks in a weary and nervous tone of voice.

The doctor's brows furrow confusedly "Nothing, I'll just administer the necessary drugs needed into this drip and check your temperature." The clueless blonde doctor replies.

Vary almost laughs out her disbelief, but when she tries to move both her hands, she finds it difficult and looking down, she finally realises that the retrain is from the handcuffs on them.

Her head falls back on the bed and she stares up at him with furious eyes, "Yeah, and to do that you had to handcuff me first?" her tone is interrogative, and her brows are raised rising.

The doctor stares at the cuffs and gets her point. "It was the police idea; they believe you might hurt yourself if your hands are free," he explains. "Now that you're awake, you will be evaluated and your mental state will be determined."

"Yea like I'd ever do anything to hurt myself or my baby," she looks down at her belly and realizes there is a change, the bump is almost gone, and she's no longer pregnant. "Where is my baby?" she asks with wide and eyes filled with despair while she waits for the doctor's response.

"I'm sorry Mrs Hilton," the doctor begins to speak and her heart drops as she anticipates for the worse, "he didn't make it," he says confirming her worse fear.

The next minute that passes, Vary is swallowed up by silence and she says nothing only watch the doctor do whatever he wants before leaving the room.

There's nothing left to say, once again Tobi won, he succeeded in destroying her life, happiness and freedom. Even the doctors think she's crazy and mentally unstable just like Tobi had told Keenan about her. She knows herself, she knows she's not crazy, and if she isn't crazy, then none of this is real. She convinces herself even as her eyes begin to blur up again and everything fades. Always visit FindNovel.net for more novels and updates

"She is awake now?" Keenan asks happily as the doctor walks up to him in the waiting room and he gets up to his feet.

"She's awake now," responds the doctor and Keenan relief as well as joy wash over him at this news, "but she resting."

"I've got to see her." He tells the doctor, his need clearly written on her face.

The doctor Luke sighs and begins to speak. "That might not be the best decision right now Mr Hilton. I know you desperately want to see your wife since she just regained consciousness, but I tell you she still unstable and going through the emotional pain of loss and physical pain from the accident the and I think seeing you might not help in her full emotional recovery at all."

Keenan who is tired of being told what to do and what not to do rebels against the doctor's demand, "You can't keep me away from my wife doctor," he slams loudly, causing a few people around to stare at them.

The doctor remains silent for a moment before speaking, "Listen, Mr Hilton-"

"No, you listen, Dr Luke." Keenan cuts him off, "I've had it with you people and the cops telling me what to do. I'm tired of you people telling me what you think is right when it comes to my wife. You handcuff her to the bed, taken tons of blood for test and soon you're going to have her evaluated just to see if she's mentally stable. You isolated her decency and stopped me from seeing her while she was unconscious and now that she's awake, you are not going to stop me from seeing her."

He walks away from the doctor and he's about the exist the waiting room when he stops and to say, "I know my wife and I know she doesn't deserve this and I may not be a doctor, but I know isolation does more harm than good to people going through grief." Keenan enters into Vary's ward and he finds her on the bed sleeping and both her hands handcuffed to each side of the bed. His heart clenches painfully at the sight, but he makes his way over to her side and takes a seat on the chair next to her, taking her cold hand into his, he leans in and places a gentle warm kiss on it.

His eyes close "I'm sorry, Vary for everything, for where we are now. This is entirely my fault, I should have listened and waited for you to tell me the truth about yourself when you were ready. It was never my place and I'm sorry and I hope you believe me when I say, I never meant for this to happen." He moves closer and kisses her head before sitting back down and burying his face in his palms.

Vary eyes begin to open and she lets out a deep sigh and as her vision becomes less blurry, she notices someone sitting close to her with red hair and although she can see his face she knows it's Keenan beside her bed. A fear she's never had before takes over her and she tries to run up and out of his reach, but her hands cuffed to the bed as well as her hand trapped in Keenan own prevents her.

The small noises of the cuffs cause Keenan to lift his head and then he sees his wife, but more importantly, he notices the fear and panic in her face and also how vulnerable she looks this way.

"What do you want? What are you going to do to me?" she asks nervously, her lips quaking and her face sweaty.

He let go of her hand and raises both of his hands in surrender, trying to assure her he wasn't planning on hurting her like she fears. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you-"

"Naked?" she seethes, completing his words, "Because people like Tobi wants the same thing."

He's taken back by her assumption, and his heart hurts as he wonders if that's why what happened to Tobi happened, but most importantly why she would compare him to Tobi.

"I'm not like Tobi?" Keenan denies her comparison immediately.

Vary brow rises as she inspects him with emotion to dark for Keenan to comprehend. "Really? Because you two have something in common, -me."

"Vary I'm so-" The apology Keenan plans to give his cut short when she helps him finish.

"Sorry, you brought my worst nightmare into my life and made me into a murderer?" She scoffs and looks up at the ceiling which for some reason becomes fascinating.

His eyes sadden as he looks at her. "Vary," he calls, trying to reach out a hand and touch her.

She moves her body away silently warning him against doing that, "Don't touch me, Keenan Hilton, don't you ever touch me!" she snaps, her anger unfathomable. "You ruined my life, you made me into this." She shakes her hand signalling the cuffs on her hands. "I've lost Daniel, my son all thanks to you." She bites out hardly, hatred and rage impeded in her voice.

Keenan gasps for air as his heart feels like it's about to be physically ripped out from his chest at her hateful outburst. "Vary I didn't mean for any of this t-"

Not ready to listen to anything he has to say anymore, she stops him, "Get out Keenan."

Tears are streaming down his face now; not very sure how much more he can take and most importantly how much more pain she would be able to take. "Vary please don't push me out, don't do this to us." Keenan pleads even as he gets up from the seat beside her, "Honey please we are in this together-"

"Get out Keenan, get out!" she shouts weakly yet with such power and compulsion Keenan has to obey.

The rest of the day Keenan spends outside the ward, and although he isn't beside Vary's side in the room, he feels the need to still be close just in case she ends up needing him and calls out to him. Vary's words did shatter him and made him feel even more miserable and remorseful, but he had to tell himself she was mourning and recovering from everything that had happened to her.

The doctors were right she wasn't ready and seeing him didn't help her get better, it made her feel worse. Those brown eyes that once held love and affection when staring at him were now filled with hatred, pain and anger.

When the police came around again they spent so much time with Vary interrogating her and Keenan was sure it was more than an hour. When they finally walk out and Keenan approaches them. They seem to be laughing about something funny but once they see him, the smile disappears from their faces

"What did she say?" he asks the men in police uniform and they look up at him.

"Her statements are confidential and soon the psychiatrist will be coming to diagnose her."

"No." the single word leaves Keenan's mouth.

The brow of the officer he'd talking to rises. "No?" he echoes in as if he can't believe his ears.

Keenan teeth clench as he utters hardly, "No, I'm not letting you do this to her anymore."

"Excuse me, Mr Hilton, are you interfering in the police investigation?" demands the other police officer.

Keenan turns to him, "Call it whatever you like, Mr..." Keenan eyes search out his badge and see Felix, before looking up at him, "Felix, but I don't care. What I care about is the sanity of that woman you are about to torture with questions, I'm not letting you do this to her anymore." "Listen, Mr Hilton." the first officer begins to speak m

"No you listen to me detective, that woman in there is my wife, she just regained consciousness and she is now learning that she's has lost her unborn child, her freedom and now is handcuffed to the bed like a psychotic prisoner. I don't know if you have experienced any form of loss in your life, but we just lost our baby and she is not being examined by your psychiatrist, not until she has fully recovered and had the time to grief!"

"Keenan!" Patrick calls and Keenan turns to him and beside him, his mom and Bethany and Steven O'Malley the family's attorney and one of the best lawyers in the country.

"Keenan," his mom goes to him and hugs him tightly and the rest walk over to him while Steven walks to the police. "Rory told us, we so sorry for your loss." she finally pulls away and looks up at him to ask, "How is she?"

"She lost the baby and I think I lost her and.." He bites his lips and sits down and Patrick pats his shoulder.

"It's okay, we are here for you, the both of you." He completely assures him.

Keenan nods weakly, "Thanks dad, mom, Bethany. I truly appreciate it."

"I already bargain the cuff be taken off Mrs Hilton and the visit from anyone that isn't family be limited until Mrs Hilton reaches full recovery and can give full testimony. Also, I'll work to get her first statement thrown out because it has been under the influence of strong medication." He informs the family and Keenan sighs in relief.

"Rory didn't tell us much, he said you will explain in full details one we are here." Bethany begins to speak as she walks over and takes her seat beside Keenan. "What happened after we left the party?"

Keenan begins to explain what had happened, himself going through the same surprise every time he remembers one particularly heartbreaking moment.

"I called her a murderer and that was why she ran off with the car." He reveals, "If I hadn't said those words, she and the baby would be fine."

Bethany helps Keenan lay his head on her shoulder and she slowly rubs his back. "It's going to be fine."

"I just wanted to make her happy and I lost the person I wanted the most." He whimpers weakly, still in grief and agony, "She would never forgive me for Daniel, not for our son and I don't think I'd survive without her in my life." "She will come around, she loves you so much too," Patrick assures with conviction in his voice like it has always been.

Keenan has no other choice but to believe as well.

Keenan eyes open to see Bethany handing him a cup of coffee and he rubs his face and pulls himself up to sit down. He stretches his hand and collect the cup from her and then brings it to his mouth for a quick sip. "Did you sleep well?" Bethany inquiries as she takes her seat beside him.

"Rough, but the best I've had in days, thanks for the coffee." He takes it to his lips and takes a quick sip. He has fallen sleep on the chair in the waiting room, feeling worn and his eyes finally giving up on him.

She smiles at him warmly, "It's no problem." She quickly replies and after a few moments of silence, Bethany speaks again. "I know this is not the best time to say this, but Levi and I."

"Are together, I know." He completes, looking up at her and giving her a knowing look on his face.

Bethany takes a quick shaky breath, taking her by surprise that Keenan knew, but didn't say anything, "You didn't say anything."

His eyes are in no way condemning as he stares at her, "You are a grown woman Beth and can make the right choice in men and if Levi makes you happy then I'm happy."

Her cheeks heat up in embarrassment and she looks away from him before mumbling, "We are not serious and we are not having s*x. He likes me and I like him."

He places his hand on hers, "You have my blessing Bethany, he seems nice and he in my opinion is better than John."

Bethany's smile widens, "Thank you, you know if you want to see Vary, you can now." She tells him, getting up.

His eyes sparks and his cheeks heat up, but soon those reaction fades and he looks down. "She won't want to see me."

Bethany c**k a brow at him, "I've known you to be a lot of things over the years, but a quitter isn't one of them."

Keenan laughs and sitting down on the seat and feeling strengthened he gets up and makes his way over to the ward where Vary has been in. He opens the door and slowly walks, with a positive feeling and a happy vibe inside and is greeted by an empty room with no sign of Vary anywhere in the room.