Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

KARMEN

When I hear the knock at the door, my heart sinks. In all my teasing with Dr. Rourk, I never gave any real thought to what would happen if we did something and he was caught. If he gets fired, I'll never see him again.

My eyes start to fill with tears because that's the last thing I want to happen. I'm already attached to him, and it's probably in the most unhealthy kind of way. Too bad I don't care. I have never been good at doing the things people expect me to do. At least, that's what my mother has always said.

"It's okay," he whispers ever so gently against my mouth. It's like he's trying to soothe a spooked animal. "Be a good girl and put your pants on for me."

Dr. Rourk stands and then quickly fixes his clothes. "Give me a second. I'm with a patient," he calls out when the person on the other side of the door knocks again.

I don't like being called his patient, but I guess that's exactly what I am. Although it's confusing because when I stand up to tie my pants, I feel his cum run down my thighs. Pretty sure I'm more than a patient now.

"Sit," he orders, and my body obeys without hesitation.

I was trying to have some control over him, but in the end, Dr. Rourk won that battle.

He grabs a tissue out of the box on his desk and hands it to me before he opens the door. All the air in my lungs freezes when I see a uniformed police officer standing there. Beside them is a woman in a suit, and there's a badge clipped to her belt. One of the Bellevue staff members is behind the both of them, and they're all waiting.

"What is going on? I'm with a patient." Dr. Rourk makes his irritation clear.

"This is actually about Ms. Phillips, Dr. Rourk," the Bellevue staff member says.

Oh god, we're totally busted.

"What about her?" Dr. Rourk folds his arms over his chest. I'm almost sure he's preparing to stand up for me.

"It's about the incident that happened at St. Paul's Academy," the female detective says, and I sink back into my chair. That isn't something I want to talk about.

Dr. Rourk glances at me, but I don't meet his eyes.

"Don't I need a lawyer or something'?" Maybe that will get me out of having to talk to her.

"You can have one, but you already took responsibility for stabbing Headmaster Andrew. I don't think my questions can make it any worse."

That's where the detective is very wrong. I might not get in more trouble, but it cuts deep when no one believes you.

"Give us a second." Dr. Rourk doesn't give them a chance to respond before shutting the door in their faces. I can't help but smirk at that. "Hey." He drops down in front of me and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "He gave you a reason to stab him, didn't he?" My breath hitches, and hope blooms in my chest.

"Would you believe me if that's what I said happened?"

"If that's what you tell me happened, then I believe you." The tears I was getting under control sting my eyes a second time.

"Do you think I might have provoked him into doing something?" He might not be aware of this, but I'm not flirtatious with anyone other than him. Dr. Rourk has been the exception since the moment we met.

"No." He shakes his head. "But if you did, it wouldn't really matter. He's the one with the authority and power over you. Anything that happened would be on him. Not you."

"So what we did today in here—" I lick my lips. "That's all your fault?"

"Everything we do is on me."

With that reassurance, my feelings for him have intensified, and I didn't think that was possible. My trust is definitely growing, but it's still scary to give it to someone. I've never had that before, but with him I want it so badly. I want everything with him.

"I'll talk to them if you're with me the whole time."

"I'm not going anywhere," he says and then presses a quick kiss on my lips. Once he stands, I nod to confirm I'm ready and then he opens the door again. "All right, she'll talk to you, but I'm staying." He motions for them to come in, but only the female detective does. The uniformed officer steps farther back into the hallway.

"I'm Detective Webb." She holds her hand out to me. "You can call me Sybil."

I take her hand. "I'm Karmen, but I'm guessing you know that."

"I do." She nods. "Do you mind?" Sybil motions to the chair beside me, and I tell her it's fine. When she sits down next to me, Dr. Rourk stays close to my side, standing over me. It makes me feel more at ease. "I really want to hear your side of things. You didn't provide a detailed account of the incident. I have here in your testimony that you admitted to stabbing Andrew and that he quote ‘had it coming.'"

"He did have it coming," I mutter, and to my surprise, Sybil lets out a small laugh.

"You know, I was thinking that," she agrees.

"Really?" I'm shocked because other than Dr. Rourk, no one believed me.

"When your file landed on my desk, I recognized Andrew's name from an incident a few years ago. What are the odds that two girls that were unconnected attacked him without a reason?"

"That's because he's a pervert."

She pulls out a notebook and pen. "Why don't you tell me about it?"

I tell her about how he was always too handsy and that I tried to report it. Every time I complained, it only seemed to make his behavior worse. I explain to Sybil that he probably knew no one believed my allegations and that I didn't have any parents rushing to help me.

Then I tell her what really happened. On my last day at St. Paul's, he called me into his office. We were all alone, and that's when he pounced on me. I grabbed the first thing I could, which happened to be a pencil. I didn't think anyone would believe me or at least they never had before.

"Thank you for telling me all this. I'm going to see what I can do to get everything straightened out." Sybil stands. "It's been nice meeting you both." She gives a warm smile before leaving Dr. Rourk's office.

When he closes the door behind her, he comes to my side. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know." I chew on my bottom lip.

"Tell me."

"I mean, I want him to get in trouble so he's not out there anymore, but then what? If I'm cleared of charges, then I'm free to leave Bellevue." I peek up at him. "I don't have anywhere to go."

"You let me worry about that. I'll handle it." Gosh, it feels wonderful to hear those words. To just be taken care of. It sounds too good to be true.

"Are you sure about that? I can be a lot to handle."

He smirks. "Trust me. I've got big hands."