A Doll for the Boss

As I was on my way to I don't know where, my mind was in turmoil. How had I gotten to this point? What kind of sin was I paying for? I always believed in the love of family and the ideology of a mother's love, and I even thought that my mother would give her life for me, but I was mistaken. I had gotten myself into this mess thanks to my father. He had made my life a living hell. I wanted to distance myself from them, but not in this way. Sold to the highest bidder for a few coins. My father wasn't Judas, and of course, I wasn't Christ.

Every misspoken word, every blow, had marked my life. I didn't hate him, or maybe I did. The truth was that I felt a strange sensation towards the man I thought was my father, and, of course, my mother also fit into that package. For not defending me, for making me feel so insignificant, so out of place, for allowing abuse, insults towards me, for staying silent, for a multitude of other things.

I was married to a man I didn't want, carrying the fruit of my immaturity in my womb, but was it his fault? I was the one who acted so irresponsibly. Now I had to pay the consequences of my actions. Life is a boomerang, it always comes back. The car stopped, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked out the window and saw that we had arrived at a very luxurious apartment complex.

The door opened, and a hand was extended towards me.

"Come, please," the doctor said as he helped me out of the car. "I won't hurt you, I believe you know that."

"I..." I began.

"Sam, please, let me help you. You're hurt and pregnant. Have a cup of tea, and if you want to leave afterwards, I'll understand."

I didn't say anything else and took his hand. We walked in silence, and by the time we reached his floor, I felt completely exhausted. My mind was a pool of thoughts.

"Sorry for the mess, I never have time for anything. I'm always at the hospital. Please, have a seat. I'll go get the first aid kit."

I didn't respond, my tongue had been eaten by mice. I started to inspect the place with my eyes.

The apartment was small but cozy, with simple furniture and some paintings on the walls. There were books and magazines piled up on a nearby table and a small kitchen in one corner. Everything indicated that the doctor didn't spend much time at home.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

He returned with a first aid kit in his hands and sat down in front of me. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking.

"Sam, I know you're confused and scared right now," he said gently. "But I want to help you. You don't have to stay here if you don't want to, but let me take care of you and your baby at least for tonight."

I couldn't help but feel vulnerable to his words and the concern on his face. I had no one else to trust in that moment, and although I was filled with distrust, something in his eyes made me believe that maybe I could find some comfort there. "Okay," I muttered finally. "I'll stay for tonight, but tomorrow morning I want to leave."

The doctor nodded understandingly and began to treat my wounds. The process was silent, interrupted only by his breathing and the sound of running water. We didn't speak during that time, and although my mind was still filled with questions and doubts, I felt a certain calmness in his presence.

After he finished treating my wounds, the doctor offered me a cup of hot tea and sat with me while I drank it. We didn't exchange many words, but his simple company was comforting.

"Sam, forgive me if I'm intruding in your life, but I feel a certain connection with you. I don't want you to think I'm a stalker or anything like that. It's something I can't explain. I want to ask you some things, but I don't know if it would be too invasive."

I looked at him for a moment, thinking that I might be able to answer some questions.

"Ask whatever you want, I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything, and you know it," he sighed tiredly. "Why do you allow him to abuse you?"

"It's a long story, and I don't want to talk about it right now. My life is a mess. I was sold like a piece of meat or an animal for slaughter. I never dreamed of getting married or becoming a mother. I wanted different things, but I made mistakes, and now I have to pay for them."

"I want to help you," he confessed sincerely.

But I couldn't respond. In the end, my eyes became heavy, and I felt exhaustion overpowering me. He showed me a room where I could rest. I laid down on the bed and let sleep take over me, promising myself that tomorrow, I would find a way out of this situation. I would take the bull by the horns, or it would take me.

Although my mind was still filled with confusion and pain, there was also a glimmer of hope in my heart. Maybe I had found someone who, even for a short time, could ease my pain and give me some peace, help me get through all this. With that thought in mind, I immersed myself in a restful sleep, ready to face the new day with courage and determination.