The Shadow Wife - Diane Chamberlain [136]
“I don’t want to sit anywhere in here,” Katarina said. “I just want to leave.”
Joelle nodded toward the chair. “Just take a seat there,” she said. “It won’t be so hard on your back.”
Muttering under her breath, Katarina slipped off the examining table and sat down in the chair, arms folded protectively across her chest once more.
She was so easy, Joelle thought. So malleable and so scared. Joelle was confident she’d be able to get the truth out of her in no time.
“Where did you get hurt?” she asked.
“I told you, on the cement stairs at his brother’s apartment.”
“No, I mean, where on your body. I see you have some stitches on your cheek, and your other cheek is pretty swollen. Your arm was broken, right?”
“I been through all of this with that doctor,” Katarina said.
Joelle leaned toward her. “Katarina, it may be that you did fall down the stairs,” she said. “But if that’s not what happened, there’s help for you. There’s a place you can go where you’ll be safe. You just moved here—I know you probably don’t know many people, but you don’t have to feel alone in this.”
The tears welling up in Katarina’s eyes told her she was on the right track.
“You’re not the only woman this has happened to,” Joelle said. “You have a lot of company, unfortunately, but the good thing about that is that we have resources in place to—”
Katarina’s head suddenly jerked to attention, her eyes on the door to the treatment room. Joelle heard the voices outside the room, one calm and female, the other loud, angry and male.
“That’s Jess,” Katarina said in a whisper.
“Your boyfriend?”
She nodded, her gaze still on the small window of the door. “He’ll kill me for coming here, but I knew my arm was broke.”
Joelle stood up and reached for the phone on the wall. “I’ll call security,” she said, keeping her voice calm as she dialed the number, despite the fact that the man’s shouts were growing louder, more enraged. “Probably someone already has,” she said, waiting for the number to ring. “You don’t need to wor—”
The door flew open and a large man stormed into the treatment room, knocking the phone out of Joelle’s hand as he passed her. Her hands moved instinctively to protect her belly.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” the man asked Katarina, who literally cowered on the chair in the corner of the room. The man’s blond hair jutted out from his head in no discernable style, and his eyes had a wild look that made Joelle think he was on something.
“I told them I fell down the stairs,” Katarina said.
“Jess,” Joelle said as calmly as she was able to, “Katarina and I are nearly finished talking. Please wait outside and we’ll be out in a few—”
“What are you, a social worker?” Jess turned to face her. “Jesus, Kat, what have you been telling them? She’s clumsy, that’s all,” he said to Joelle. “Clumsy bitch.” He started toward Katarina again, his hands reaching for the small woman’s shoulders.
Before she had time to think, Joelle moved forward and grabbed his arm.
“Stay away from her,” she said.
He jerked free of her grasp, as though her hands were nothing more than a fly on his arm, and headed for Katarina again.
There were more voices outside the treatment-room door, and Joelle hoped that security had arrived, but it was Liam who came into the room. He opened the door wide as he entered, and Joelle saw Katarina’s chance to escape.
“Katarina, get out!” she said, hoping the young woman could use Liam’s intrusion to slip from the room.
“You don’t go nowhere!” Jess bellowed at the terrified woman. He turned to face Joelle, and she was suddenly looking into the piercing green eyes of a madman.
“And you shut up, you fucking bitch!” Lifting his foot high, he pressed the sole of his boot against Joelle’s belly and plowed her into the wall.
Pain shot through her middle, as though everything inside her, everything that was there to hold her baby