Chapter 31- Broken pasts
Even in a state of unconsciousness I did not sleep. All I could see in my mind's eye was that hideous face looming above mine.
The harsh sounds of the outer world seemed to be getting louder and louder, accompanied beeps and the hushed voices of doctors.
According to the voices, I had obtained a broken pelvis, multiple rib fractures, and two broken ribs. The rest were just vicious bruises.
All I could think of was that it was my fault. I should have never came here, should have recognized that illicit spark of interest in Frieza's eyes. Frieza hadn't abused me with words. So even though there were no verbal wounds my mind would still be scarred with the images he left behind.
The healing pods would do a fabulous job no doubt of fixing up the broken parts physically, but they would do nothing for the scars in my brain.
My fault..
The words echoed in my mind like a mantra, eventually taken me into a place of complete oblivion.
Time kept passing, but the voices never said where time was at in the times I drifted into a mental awareness. It felt like years when I heard the somewhat muffled slam of a door. Before the argument started.
"How is she doctor" A voice that was unmistakably Zarbon's.
"She is well on her way to perfect health sir" Zarbon snorted.
"I want to see her medical record"
"As you wish" There was a rustle of paper as a clipboard was passed.
"How did she obtain these injuries" His voice was a lot lower now, almost as deadly as Frieza's.
"That's confidential sir"
"Confidential to who"
"Frieza sir"
"This is ridiculous. She was a guest. My guest. I have the right to know who injured her!"
"I'm sorry sir but we're under orders not to tell"
"This is ridiculous!" Zarbon hissed and then there was a slam of a door. Silence resumed once more.
It was a day before she was deemed recovered. An incredibly healing time considering she wasn't of a special breed. Although according to the medical database, non-human traces had been found in her blood. I wasn't there when she was released, I should have been, wanted to be; but Frieza seemed determined to keep me away from her. Getting evermore antsy when another hour passed with no new dragon-ball. The five he had were gathered in his viewing room, where he liked to spend hours stroking the crystal, speaking with glee of how these would grant him immortality.
So it was what I conceived to be late at night when I finally was able to visit her. The thing with this planet was, there never seemed to be any night. It sure had messed up the body-clocks of all the henchmen.
When I came up against the violet paint of the door, I stopped for a second. She would know who had caused the injuries to her no doubt, but I had a gut feeling she would not wish to tell me. I also had another gut feeling that whoever had dealt out the injuries was going to be someone I could not exact revenge against.
Yelling at him didn't work. Neither did lying through my teeth. He could not grasp the concept that I wanted to be alone. Foolishly the doctors had let him see me at my worst, so there way I could lie about where I'd been. He demanded to know who it was for the bastard had restrained the doctors from telling him. But of course he wouldn't suspect his dear old master.
The only way to describe how I felt was utter humiliation. Not that there was any point in telling him that. He was a guy. A lap-dog to the top-dog who was bearer of all things evil. And I had only known him for a day. I would not trust him with my life let alone the biggest mental pain i had ever felt. In all ways I wish he wouldn't he reminded me of my brother.
I wanted to blame him for the reason of me being here but in situations like this, anger was natural, and blaming others was just a pointless factor in the way to heal. At least I'm sure that was what some awful self-help book back on earth would say.
Zarbon was like a dog with a bone, sinking his teeth in and not letting go despite everything else going on around him. I couldn't even complain he had disturbed my sleep, for I hadn't been sleeping in the first place. Despite my body clock striking four am.
He was wearing me down, grating until I crumbled in his teeth.
"Why won't you just tell me what happened!" Zarbon yelled from the other side of the room, bags under his eyes and one blue stocking half falling down his leg.
He looked awful. Just like I felt.
I glanced anywhere but him, the silent sobs were threatening to break through and I wouldn't be able to bear his pity.
The walls were red, painted not stained, unlike the walls of Frieza's chambers.
The red starting peeling as dried blood as I watched, and a nauseous taste filled my mouth as the walls started to spin.
Pain lanced through my chest, turning my legs to a trembling wreck. I couldn't see Zarbon anymore. All I saw was the monster that pinned me down, moving in a frantic rhythm above me.
"Lessa?" The voice was nothing but a mere pipsqueak of a sound, intermingled with the screams that tore themselves from my lungs.
"He raped me! I said no but he was too strong! He just wouldn't stop!" The words I screamed were barely coherent, but somehow I felt better for saying them.
The room stilled, and Frieza's hideous face became Zarbon's.
"Who raped you" He had both hands around my face, forcing me to look him in his eyes. Green filled with rage and hate.
"Frieza.." His name was what did it for him. Wordlessly he took away his hands, instead carefully sliding them into holds on my shaking body. He lifted me up, and pressed me close to him. Standing with ease as he brought us both over to the bed.
"I am so sorry" He whispered, his words turning my sobs into chicken clucks.
He took one hand away from supporting my back, using it to swipe the quilt of the bed. He then dropped me gently on the buoyant mattress, climbing over me to take the other side.
The light seemed to dim by itself and my crying went with it.
"Sleep now Lessa, I will protect you" His arms wrapping around me to support his statement.
"He did it to you didn't he"
"Yes Lessa, when I was little but a child"