Chapter 29 Make A Choice
MAKE A CHOICE
Dazed and depressed, I sat in the lonely hospital bathroom.
I hated this place. I didn’t want to be here anymore; I just wanted to fucking leave, but that wouldn’t happen right now.
I couldn’t just up and walk away, not while the idiotic thoughts of Summer’s bright ideas presented themselves in Mia’s mind.
I was most definitely crazy. I didn’t need a psych evaluation to tell me what I already knew. I’d been living two lives for too long, and now they were entwined.
There was Summer Lena Macer, daughter of Theodore Macer, the notorious mafia king ‘Midas.’ That was the life of a rent-a-whore, a pretty broken cunt.
Then there was Mia Williams, the pretty little girl who excelled at any task given, who never got in trouble and always lived a good life.
I lived as both for so long. There was always just an edge of the other sticking through the walls in my mind.
I knew why I had gotten caught; it was a decision that made all the difference for both Mia and Summer.
I was tired of being both women; it was time to end it.
The reason for sending that text to one broody cop, the tip that got me caught.
The lady doctor came in about an hour after Dustin left and removed the catheter.
The relief of peeing on my own was golden, and the warmth of the shower water as it pounded against my achy skin was orgasmic.
I sat in the shower pulling the help cord like I was ringing a large church bell.
After the fifth time, no one cared to check on me.
It was a fucking joke. God didn’t care if I lived or died, and neither did these idiot nurses.
So I continued to pull. It was a stimulation, something to do while my mind worked into overdrive to get out of the situation.
Bathrooms were my safe space, my one true home when things seemed impossible to figure out.
I needed to get out of the hospital, whether they pronounced me insane or not.
I would trade for immunity. As I thought the words, I shivered.
Did I really want to see Daddy locked up for good?
There wasn’t a cop across this city that wouldn’t want to see Midas firmly behind bars, so why did I hesitate at the idea?
Strained and taxing was my relationship with Dad, even more so these past two years.
Maybe my acting out would snap him back to reality.
When I was always Daddy’s good little girl, he stopped playing with me.
I missed our time together. My fragile mental state aside, I knew I had to be punished to get his attention.
The shower water turned to ice before I realized how utterly fucked I was in this situation. I wanted Midas. I craved the warm embraces and the reassurance that came with him. He was the only man in my life who never lied to me. He never hid the ugly, cold-hearted truth, and for that I thanked him.
Like an itch that couldn’t be contained, my mind pondered the upcoming evaluation.
Atrocious as society’s thoughts on blood relations having sex are , it isn’t that bad.
Parts of me understood the heinous ideals, but it was also the slice of me I never allowed to surface.
I wanted Daddy in ways I couldn’t explain to a normal person.Yes , he raped me, but I deserved it.
I tried to run from him, and he caught me.
The psych eval would reveal the truth of my sick obsession with Midas; it might even confirm what I thought all along.
I smiled as I switched off the water and returned to reality.
The rest of the week went by in a blur, Midas was released on bail, the emergency motion for a retrial was largely debated and I laughed when the arresting cop was put front and center for their fuck up, the reporters had a field day.
Just a day later, Cole was released, showing up at the hospital only to be turned away.
I couldn’t speak to him right now; it was a mistake to answer that call; the child should be seven— no, don’t think about that.
“Miss Williams?” the nurse asked softly, and I didn’t even realize she was there.
“Yes?” I stood up from the stiff chair that I had made my home the past few days, stretching my arms over my head. The gown someone had given me hung around my shoulders.
“If you follow me, they are ready for you,” she smiled softly.
“Right, to the looney bin,” I chuckled out following her down the halls, through a corridor that led to the staff elevators. With a police officer behind me, obviously they still considered me a flight risk.
We waited in silence as the elevator rose three floors.
The chime of the elevator followed by the doors opening was all the warning I had before seeing the bright white wall in front of me.
The psychiatric unit was plastered on the wall in millennial gray colors.
The nurse walked out, and I followed behind.
The officer did not follow but nodded and returned.
A short bit later, and I was in a room that looked like it was for kids, bright color schemes, a few playful toys here and there, a small table and chairs, and paper with crayons. Well done, you’ve definitely gotten yourself down a rabbit hole.
I sat on the alphabet rug in the center of the room giving it a once over, it was designed as a safe space and my guess it was mostly children they handled and judging by the mirror I was currently looking at it was an observation area.
I laid back and closed my eyes, no sense in having the anxiety analyzed while I waited for whatever doctor to come through.