"Jake!?" She cried and called the doctor immediately.
"How's he doctor?" She sniffed. "Please tell me he's fine."
"Don't worry, my dear. He's fine. I've given him the necessary injections and here, keep these few tablets if he feels weak again. Also, when are you planning on doing his surgery? His condition seems to be deteriorating. You should hurry." The doc explained it to her before leaving.
She silently prayed and weeped the whole night. Unable to sleep, she decided to start with her new piece of art, so that she can sell it at a good price and save some money for Jake's medications.
"Jake," she slowly whispered, when his eyes fluttered open, "you okay little brother?"
"I'm feeling fine." Jake grunted. "Where were you yesterday?"
"I'm sorry for yesterday." She smiled faintly at him, as the horrible memories of yesterday flashed in her mind. If her little brother finds out about her close encounter of almost being raped, he'd never forgive himself.
"I was worried. I waited for you the whole day." He sighed.
"I know. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." She said and kissed his forehead. "Here, have this soup. You'll feel better." She helped him get up and adjust in a sitting position.
Her doorbell rang. Opening the door, she saw the second most dreadful face she'd ever wanted to see. Her eyebrows shot up in tension while his eyebrows were knitted close in a question.
"Hello beautiful, won't you ask me to come inside, at least?" He asked, with a cunning smile.
Her life was full of demons and beasts she thought.
Shuddering at his smile, she stood firm on her place with her door half open. "What do you want David?"
"You." He chuckled and she looked at him petrified.
She's about to close the door for his bullshit remark, when he stopped her with his one foot between the door. "I'm not kidding. Did you forget I'm a cop? I'm here for official work." He told her, putting on a serious face.
Her heartbeats stopped for a moment as her throat went dry. "Official work?"
"Yes. Where were you yesterday?" He asked, stoically.
She gulped before asking. "I..I was at home."
"You're lying." He stated.
"No..n..no. I'm not." She stammered.
"You weren't at home, when I'd come yesterday. So, I'm asking you again, nicely. Where were you?" He took a step forward and she moved backwards, with a shiver.
"See my love, I know where you were yesterday, and what you did. The man you killed,.."
She looked at him aghast. "Killed?"
"Oh, you don't know? You killed him, baby. You hit him so hard on his head that he died on the spot." He explained.
"No!" She broke down. "No! I didn't kill him." The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. She felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Her worst fears were coming alive.
"You did." He said, impervious to her fear.
"How do you know it was me?" She asked in a shaky voice, sniffling into her sleeves, as she trudged away.
"Here, I found your phone at the crime scene. You were lucky it was me who found it, or else you'd have been behind the bars by now, rotting in filth." He told her.
"What do you want?" She asked him straight. She knew he wasn't here because he cared for her.
"If you want, then you can stop this. I won't give this phone or information to anyone, and will forget about any of this. The evidence will disappear and you'll live happily ever after."
"How can I stop this?" She feared something terrible was going to be thrown her way.
"By saying yes, by listening to what I have to say. This way, not only will you save yourself all the hardships, but also your brother will be saved. I'll help you pay for his meds and surgery."
She looked at him confused. He's not a considerate person. Why would he help her? That too, to this extent? He's definitely having something nasty up his mind.
"If you expect me to sleep with you, you better get the hell out of my house! I'll never do it even in my seven lives!" She seethed.
"Now now, my love. You're not in a position to argue or negotiate." He chuckled, and she quivered at the very thought of his heinous intentions.
"But, my love, that's not what I want from you." He cleared her doubts and her shoulders dropped in relief.
"Then?" She was perplexed. "What do you want if not that? It's not like I've money falling out of trees from my garden, or I've some hidden ancient treasure."
"You've much more than that sweetheart. Something more valuable, something that I'll cherish all my life."
She wasn't liking one bit of what he's saying. He was talking in riddles and his lack of information was messing with her head, with redundant horrible and plausible explanations.
"Will you please come to the point? What do you want from me?" She asked, folding her hands on her chest.
"You." He replied, supinely.
She was startled by his vague answer. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not a piece of furniture you're trying to buy! So please elucidate." She demanded.
"Say yes, and your worries will be mine, all your problems will be mine to solve, all your hardships will be mine to work for, all your work will be shared. In return all you have to do is take care of me and my needs." He again spoke in circles.
"Needs? What needs?" She asked, stomping her feet on the floor.
"Anything from food to bed. See, my darling, all you have to do is say yes, and love me." He finally told her.
"Love you?" She laughed. "Do you even understand the sanctity of it?"
"I'm not asking in a wrong way. I'm just saying, Marry me."