Lorraine Lebedeva"Ms. Preobrazhensky is suffering from TBI, traumatic brain injury. Her current state from the wound is penetrating when the projectile enters the cranium, but does not exit." The doctor explained, as he went through Katina's medical files.Dante squeezed my shoulder out of comfort. I gave him a small smile, and sighed."So, when do you think she will wake up?" I demand. He adjusts his spectacles and clears his throat. "Well, the projectile itself went through the brain, there is injury from both the direct penetration of the brain and from transmission of a pressure wave with high-velocity projectile traveling through the brain tissue. Both bleeding and damage from this pressure wave results in brain swelling, which can also lead to death."I shook my head. "No, you did not answer my question." I complained, crossing my arms."Ma'am..." Dante trailed off.My shoulder's fell in defeat. All I wish is for her to wake up. It's my fault she's battling for her life right
Lorraine Lebedeva"Lora." A sweet voice called out my name, I moaned and shifted in my bed. The voice gently laughs then shakes me, which awakes me.I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was my mother's bright smile stretched across her beautiful face."Freshen up, we are going out in an hour." She announced.I licked my chapped lips and lifted myself up, resting my head on my bed's leather headboard."What time is it?" I asked, my voice coming out raspy. "It's noon." she said before leaning in and pecking my forehead. "I'll wait for you downstairs."She soothed her beige colored trousers before walking away, shutting my bedroom door leaving me in silence.I sigh and purposely drown myself in my silk bed sheets.I just want my birthday over and done with.⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Let me see Lorraine!? " My mother wheedled with excitement.I soothed the sleeveless satin red long dress that touches the floor, it has a deep split between my thighs with a revealing cleavage. I don't have to
Lorraine Lebedeva"Mother!" I screamed.I quickly rushed towards her and placed her head on my thighs.My chest tightened when I saw tears streaming down her face."Mom, mom, no, no don't worry you will be okay..." I sobbed. "You'll be okay." Nodding my head rapidly, I convinced myself that this was a dream. That I should pinch myself awake.She grabbed my hands and kissed it. "Don't worry baby." She whispered, smiling weakly.Blood rushed out of the open wound as the warmth of life was slowly fading away."Mom, no you can't leave me now, not yet..." I gasped for air as the harsh tears flooded my face like a river. "Please." I pleaded, my voice cracking at the end.Mother squeezed my hand tightly as she sobs. "I'm not ready either, my angel. I'm not ready." She sobs and whistles gasping for air."HELP!" I yelled out, hoping a guardian angel will come and save the day. "HELP, PLEASE!!" I yelled out again and moments later I noticed Dante rushing towards us from a distance with a wounde
Lorraine LebedevaGrief has a way of removing you from the world.It comes in little waves, at first they are calming and sometimes they are overwhelming.It's been three days since she died. After that evening, I immediately went home and locked myself in my room.Once in a while the maids would check up on me, even Dante. But what I found funny is that I haven't spoken to my father.We've both been grieving in different ways.He's been cold and distant and I've been depressed or somehow lost.I'm surprised I haven't seen him shed a single tear, they smuggled each other with so much love, so seeing him acting like he was not bothered or that she literally wasn't the love of his life confused me.It was strange even for him.I sat on an arms chair and glazed out the window, a light blanket of snow covered the ground, and armed guards walked around the yard fulfilling their duty. I was all alone, father just left a few hours ago to God knows where.I haven't visited Katina in the hospi
Lorraine LebedevaI paced around in circles in my room. The same question is repeating in my head like an endless loop.If I was my father where would I hide and torture the man I hated the most?I thought of the warehouses but it would be easy for him to escape, it's basically advertising a break in to torture someone as powerful as him.What about one of his safe houses?I scoffed at the idea. That's dumb why would he keep someone hostage at a safe house...It's literally a safe house for a reasonI think deeper all the possible places kept running in my head.Clubs, abandoned buildings, hotels, underground warehouses...Knowing my father–well the decent side of him, he is a very unpredictable man and smart.He will do the most brutal things just for his name to gain infinite power and fear.It was power over anything for him.Then that's when I realized, we have a basement that's always locked.There is a chance father might keep him there.I'll have to confirm that theory before I
Lorraine LebedevaSilence filled between us.I was anxious to see how he would react to what I told him.Would he help me?Would he report me to my father?The answer remains unknown until he speaks his mind."Dante." I called out, anxiety creasing in my veins.Dante looked at me, an unknown emotion swirled in his brown eyes."Lorraine, why are you telling me this?" Is the first thing that left his mouth. I sighed, taking a set at the edge of my bed. "I don't know." I answered truthfully.I actually do not know why I am asking for his help. I just feel like he has the heart in him to help even though he is loyal to my father.Dante crossed his arms deep in thought.We sat like this for the past five minutes, anxious by the minute."If I help you, I will be seen as a traitor and your father will kill me instantly." He explained which was true. It was selfish of me to ask him to risk everything just for me but that is how desperate I am to leave this hell of a house."Dante I know, It's
Lorraine LebedevaI stared at him in disbelief, my hands wrapped around my sore neck, the tears drying on my face."Why the fuck would you do that?!" I questioned my voice cracking midway. I was not scared. I was filled with anger and confusion.Raphaël studied me, his dark eyes softened a hint of guilt forming."I don't trust you." he asserted.My brows pulled together as I glared at him. "I could have left you to rot in that basement but instead I was decent enough to take you with me." I remarked."Yet you were the one who got me locked up in the first place." he proclaimed in a horse deep voice, sending chills trailing down my back."You kidnapped my best friend and injured her." I snarled bitterly.He took a step closer to me. "If you obeyed she wouldn't have been fighting her life in a hospital bed.""If you used your fucking brain, you would have kidnaped me the moment you sneaked in my apartment back in France but clearly poor Raphaël only thinks with his fucking dick and blam
Lorraine Lebedeva"My mother died in my arms."Raphaël did not react whatsoever which made me happy because I did not want his sympathy, I just wanted his help."When?" he asked, his attention focused on me. "On my birthday." I uttered.His eyes softened as he looked into my eyes. His eyes spoke to me as if he understood what I'm feeling."You want my help to find the person who was behind your mothers death?" He trailed off.I pressed my lips together tugging on the bed sheets. Replying with a nod. "Are you ready?" he asked.I did not know what he meant by his question but personally I knew I was ready and I wanted blood.Raphaël caught me by surprise when he pulled me onto his lap. I pushed my brows together. "You are still wounded. I will hurt you." I said.He stroked my right cheek. "You've changed the last time I saw you. You are more - determined to do what you want and hurt." he whispered leaving me speechless."How was I the last time you saw me?" I asked curiously. "You wante