right now. I’ll get back to you later. Trust me."
He looks at Evy and smiles. Then he throws the phone through the room, and, with a deafening crash, the mirror wall breaks and falls to the floor with a sound she’s sure the neighbors can hear. ”They’ll be here soon. They’ll be here soon.” She feels how her clothes are torn from her body and hears a crunching sound from her ribs when James hits her hard in the side. Another blow hits her on the cheekbone, close to her ear. The pain is unbearable, but soon the pain coming from her abdomen is worse. ”Oh, please don’t let me lose consciousness.” But her wish isn’t granted and soon she slips away.
"Wake up, whore!"
James is standing over her, fully dressed. She feels another blow and she registers a surprising smell of leather.
"Finally awake, are you? I want you to be awake for this."
He holds a piece of glass under her nose. He’s wearing gloves.
"Do you see?"
He doesn’t wait for her to answer but bends down over her and shakes his head.
"And so, you became a simple whore. And a whore who’s ready to do anything. You could’ve at least tried to be a classy call girl."
He shakes his head again, and Evy sees the light reflected in the piece of glass and then a flash cuts through the room. She feels a pain just over her collar bone and her scream cuts through the silence. She’s no longer in control of her body and the screams go on and on. He tries to cover her mouth and for a moment she can taste the leather from his glove mixed with a taste of her own blood. Then she manages to kick him in the stomach, and he falls over on the floor as her screams fill the room again and again. For a moment, he stares at her, and then he gets up and holds his head high.
"I’m not finished with you. Trust me, Evy, I’m not finished."
Her screaming stops at once and her eyes are wide open.
"See you soon, Evy."
She looks down and sees the blood on her body and on her legs. When she looks up, he’s gone.
Chapter 7
The sun is close to the horizon when Nathan takes out his phone from his pocket.
"Did you get the results from my tests? You should’ve called me earlier today."
He listens for a while.
"Yes, I can imagine. But I’ve had my phone on me all day."
He listens again, getting more and more annoyed.
"Are you saying that you’ve had the results for over a day and haven’t called me?"
The voice on the phone gets louder and Nathan holds the phone away from his ear.
"Then I guess you’d better put me through to the doctor."
He has also raised his voice.
"Yes, I can imagine that he’s busy. Yes, I can imagine that. But it’s simply not OK to let me wait for the results without telling me anything."
His voice reveals the expression on his face.
"Yes, at nine is fine."
Then he just hangs up.
"As if I don’t have enough to worry about."
He throws the phone down on the table and it slides almost all the way to the edge on the other side of the table. His eyes follow its way across the table and continues down to the letter on the floor.
"I’m not waiting until tomorrow!"
The window in the door rattles when the door handle slams against the wall.
"Take it easy, Nathan. What’s wrong with you?!"
The nurse looks at him and folds her hands on the desk in front of her.
"Nathan, close the door."
He stares at her.
"Nathan, close the door."
There’s a strange, attentive look on Nathan’s face, and he nods, turns around and closes the door.
"Thank you."
Nathan comes back to stand in front of the nurse. He has never understood why a man his doctor’s age would have a nurse that young. In his view, she sends a signal of ignorance and he always ends up getting angry with her.
"I will not wait until tomorrow. I’m here now and I want the results."
But that doesn’t seem to have any effect on her.
"That’s not the way we do things here. You get an appointment and then you get to see the doctor."
"I don’t have to see
He looks at Evy and smiles. Then he throws the phone through the room, and, with a deafening crash, the mirror wall breaks and falls to the floor with a sound she’s sure the neighbors can hear. ”They’ll be here soon. They’ll be here soon.” She feels how her clothes are torn from her body and hears a crunching sound from her ribs when James hits her hard in the side. Another blow hits her on the cheekbone, close to her ear. The pain is unbearable, but soon the pain coming from her abdomen is worse. ”Oh, please don’t let me lose consciousness.” But her wish isn’t granted and soon she slips away.
"Wake up, whore!"
James is standing over her, fully dressed. She feels another blow and she registers a surprising smell of leather.
"Finally awake, are you? I want you to be awake for this."
He holds a piece of glass under her nose. He’s wearing gloves.
"Do you see?"
He doesn’t wait for her to answer but bends down over her and shakes his head.
"And so, you became a simple whore. And a whore who’s ready to do anything. You could’ve at least tried to be a classy call girl."
He shakes his head again, and Evy sees the light reflected in the piece of glass and then a flash cuts through the room. She feels a pain just over her collar bone and her scream cuts through the silence. She’s no longer in control of her body and the screams go on and on. He tries to cover her mouth and for a moment she can taste the leather from his glove mixed with a taste of her own blood. Then she manages to kick him in the stomach, and he falls over on the floor as her screams fill the room again and again. For a moment, he stares at her, and then he gets up and holds his head high.
"I’m not finished with you. Trust me, Evy, I’m not finished."
Her screaming stops at once and her eyes are wide open.
"See you soon, Evy."
She looks down and sees the blood on her body and on her legs. When she looks up, he’s gone.
Chapter 7
The sun is close to the horizon when Nathan takes out his phone from his pocket.
"Did you get the results from my tests? You should’ve called me earlier today."
He listens for a while.
"Yes, I can imagine. But I’ve had my phone on me all day."
He listens again, getting more and more annoyed.
"Are you saying that you’ve had the results for over a day and haven’t called me?"
The voice on the phone gets louder and Nathan holds the phone away from his ear.
"Then I guess you’d better put me through to the doctor."
He has also raised his voice.
"Yes, I can imagine that he’s busy. Yes, I can imagine that. But it’s simply not OK to let me wait for the results without telling me anything."
His voice reveals the expression on his face.
"Yes, at nine is fine."
Then he just hangs up.
"As if I don’t have enough to worry about."
He throws the phone down on the table and it slides almost all the way to the edge on the other side of the table. His eyes follow its way across the table and continues down to the letter on the floor.
"I’m not waiting until tomorrow!"
The window in the door rattles when the door handle slams against the wall.
"Take it easy, Nathan. What’s wrong with you?!"
The nurse looks at him and folds her hands on the desk in front of her.
"Nathan, close the door."
He stares at her.
"Nathan, close the door."
There’s a strange, attentive look on Nathan’s face, and he nods, turns around and closes the door.
"Thank you."
Nathan comes back to stand in front of the nurse. He has never understood why a man his doctor’s age would have a nurse that young. In his view, she sends a signal of ignorance and he always ends up getting angry with her.
"I will not wait until tomorrow. I’m here now and I want the results."
But that doesn’t seem to have any effect on her.
"That’s not the way we do things here. You get an appointment and then you get to see the doctor."
"I don’t have to see
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