Chapter 97 Tim’s Real Murderer

When Mirabel opened her eyes, it was to a whole world of pain. Everything was smarting and throbbing. Her ribs. Her limbs. Her face. Especially her jaw. Just the motion of moving her mouth, felt like she could see heaven the next second after passing out from the hellish pain. “The sedatives seem to be wearing off. Add more to her IV, we can't have her moving around, she's in a critical enough condition.” Mirabel was not sure who was speaking. Her hearing was warbled, like something was broken inside it. All she could see was the ceiling of “her” bedroom, back in Darius Rucker’s colosseum. Slowly the painful memories seeped through her wooly brain. He had caught her on the boat. She jumped into the ocean, nearly drowned. He pulled her out. He beat her up. Just remembered the extent of his beatings made her since again, shutting her eyes against everything and anything. “I'm administering the sedative now.” The voice came again, followed by a prick on her hand. “Are we allowed t