Page 155 of Be With Me
Romolo.
“No!”
I tore the covers off and flew to the door, ignoring the pain that was erupting inside my skull. I didn’t care. I had to get to him. I had to make sure he was okay.
The handle wouldn’t give. It was locked.
Panic surged. I hammered my fists against the door. “Let me out!Let me out!”
Footsteps echoed on the other side. A low male voice murmured to someone. Then—click—the lock released.
The door swung open.
I stumbled back as a man I didn’t recognize appeared in the doorway. There was a stethoscope slung around his neck.
“Good morning, Mia. How are you feeling?”
“Get out of my way,” I whispered harshly, eyeing the gap between him and the frame. It was too narrow for me to pass through. I’d have to shove him out of the way.
He didn’t move. “I’m a doctor and I’m here to check on you. How’s your head?”
Tears blurred my vision.
No. Get yourself together. Focus.
I forced myself to look him straight in the eye. “I want to leave.”
He gave me a sad, almost pitying smile that made my skin crawl. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
He stepped inside, and that’s when I saw them. Two men in security uniforms posted just behind in the hallway.
It was the same guys who'd blocked my way out of the campaign office. And now they were here to do…what?
Keep me from leaving?
The doctor noticed me looking and gently pushed the door shut. “Please, sit. I need to examine you.” His voice was almost drowned out by the roar of blood rushing in my ears.
I was being held captive.
By my father. Who else? He must've ordered this.
My hands skimmed over my hips. I was still in the same dress I’d worn yesterday. Had I been out all night? That didn’t make sense.
“Vasovagal syncope only knocks me out for a few seconds,” I said, turning to the doctor. “Why was I out for so long?”
He cleared his throat and looked away as if my question made him uncomfortable. “You hit your head when you fell. The bandage is there for the cut.”
“The hit to my head knocked me out for over twelve hours?” I didn’t believe him. “If it was that bad, I would have been taken to a hospital.”
A flush rose in his cheeks. “Due to your agitated state before the episode, we decided it was best to administer a sedative. I gave you something mild to help you rest.”
Oh…my God. He’ddruggedme. With my Dad’s consent.
I burned with fury. The sun was still too bright, too aggravating. I strode across the room to close the curtains and jerked them across the rod so hard the fabric tore at the top.
The rip grated right over the pulsing ache in my skull.
I stared at the flap of fabric. “Is that what you’re here to do again?”
