Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 110

Bethany POV

A goodbye kiss from Theo, and I was off to this woman's home. Kitty filled me in on what that poor woman had been going through and how she felt so stuck in the rut she calls her life and had no idea how to get out. They have tried to take her away from her abusive partner, but she keeps going back. It is not unusual for the woman to return to the abuser; it becomes a cycle of hope which, more often than not, ends up in failure. Kitty is beside herself, trying to get through to this woman. She has seen so many times that women do not leave or leave and return, only for the violence to continue and end up dead or maimed for life. I have had little to do with this side of things, but I understand, I kept going back to visit my Mother only for her to be angry that I had shown up unless it was for a dinner where Cynthia would be there to brag about something or other that she had achieved. Now they are incarcerated together, let's see how they cope with living with each other again. Cynthia, you can take her in small doses. Mother, even less, and put the two together. I am unsure if I should be concerned about the other inmates or those two trying to get along without having something to boast about or compete against.

The two men in the front said nothing. They did not even have the radio on. Both were watching the traffic, and I watched the driver constantly looking in the rearview mirror, being very cautious. I am not sure if Theo would forgive Scott if his men failed again. I did not seem to be as stressed being in the car as I had been before. I was hoping that it meant that I was getting over that fear. Only time will tell.

The area that this woman lived in was not as run-down as I had expected, so the area was not a problem or a financial situation unless, of course, he was in a place beyond his means, and that was a disaster waiting to happen. Many of the abused women are from a lower economic area, whereas this woman is not. I would not say they are well off, but they are not destitute unless this is all a cover to hide how bad they are, and with them struggling, the violence comes out. I will not judge from what I have seen so far, and Kitty has not enlightened me about the financial side of the problem. Visit Job ni b .com to read the complete chapters for free .We pulled up in the driveway, and the bodyguards got out first and checked around them before opening the door for me. There was a park across the road, and the men said they would park over there, watch for trouble, and give me the space I needed. They did give me a panic button. If things got out of hand while I was in the house, I could press the button, and they would come storming into the house. My safety was their priority, and they had to clear it with Scott to allow me out of their sight. I rolled my eyes at that one. I felt now Mum was locked up, I would be safe, but all the men disagreed, and so I am still stuck with two babysitters. Kitty knocked on the door, and a clean, pretty young woman came to the door and let us in. She looked around outside before she closed the door. Her reaction to us being at the door and looking around made a light bulb moment happen. I was lucky to have my two babysitters, where this woman had no one and was on eggshells from the moment she opened the door to us. I should be less annoyed at being overprotected and suck it up.

When we reached the kitchen, the woman turned around, and I got to see her properly for the first time. She had a black eye, a cut lower lip, and bruising on her arms. The way she was holding herself there, I would not have been surprised if she had a cracked rib or two, and the limp was not so apparent until she was back there, where no one could see her through the windows.

'Hi Sam, this is Bethany, the female doctor I told you about. Could you let her check you over, please?' Kitty was almost begging the lass to let me look at her. I waited, not saying a word until Sam gave me the okay or Kitty gave me a signal that I should approach. I did not want to scare this woman any more than she was already. She was jumpy and looked around at any noise, and fear radiated out of her.

'Yes.' Kitty nodded, and I lifted the medical bag onto the table and looked at her.

'Would you like to go to the bedroom or somewhere more comfortable?' I asked as I approached.

'Here is fine; no one can see me from here,' she answered, looking out the window just to be sure.

'Lift your shirt, please.' She did as I asked, and on her left side was a huge purple bruise. I was surprised she was even standing. I gently prodded and felt around, trying hard not to hurt her, but it wasn't easy. She had a busted rib. Luckily, it was not cut into the lung. I did her vitals and looked at her leg. She had hurt and a general check-up.

'I have these strong painkillers. Take one when you feel safe to do so, as it could make you drowsy. Is it okay for me to strap up your rib? You have broken one!' I waited as she made up her mind and nodded.

Kitty helped me strap her up, and I also gave her some cream that would help with the bruising and some vitamin pills as her skin was not a good color, and I was worried she got kidney damage from the hit that was hard enough to break a rib. Not once did I ask how she was hurt.

'Can we come back tomorrow and restrap your rib?' Kitty asked softly, rubbing her arm in comfort.

'Yes, same time as today. How long will it take to heal?' She was looking at me, but Kitty answered her question.

'At least four to six weeks. I packed up my bag. I could do little for her unless she were prepared for me to do it. I would love to take x-rays and blood, but it would take a little longer to get her to trust me to do that.

'Call Kitty if you need me. She knows how to contact me. I offered, not wanting to seem too pushy.

I left the house and headed across the road to the park, leaving Kitty to say goodbye. I had just sat down on a park bench when a car pulled up in Sam's driveway. Kitty looked at the person getting out of the car and hugged Sam before whispering something and leaving. Kitty had just gotten to the bottom of the pathway when the man punched Sam in the mouth, sending her sprawling onto the grass. I gasped and wanted to run over there, but my bodyguards held me back. The man was a monster. How could he do that?

I could hear him shouting horrible things at her, and she was on the grass. I would say she was out cold, so she could not even hear what he was saying. Kitty had rushed over to her and was checking her out. Kitty looked up at me and waved me over to come to Sam. I pulled away from the bodyguards and rushed over, the two men following close behind me.

Kitty was on the phone calling an ambulance. The bodyguards rushed to the man and held him back, but that did not stop the nasty words from flowing out of his mouth. The ambulance arrived at the same time as the police. I handled the ambulance, and Kitty, with the assistance of the bodyguards, sorted out the man.

After it all settled down, the police took the man away, and the ambulance left, taking Sam with her. It looked bad, and it broke my heart. The girl did not deserve that.

Kitty cried on my shoulder all the way back to her house. I texted Hank to come home if he could and was pleased to see him beating us to his house. He opened the door and pulled Kitty out, and she cried on his shoulder. He steered her inside, and I waited for a while outside in the car, wondering if I should go in or not. Ultimately, I climbed back into the SUV and had them drive me back home. I was emotionally tired, having never seen that sort of violence firsthand. I have treated my victims but never witnessed an assault. Tears flowed down my cheeks when I reached home, left the men in the elevator, and said goodbye.

I hoped not to see that sort of violence again. I have no idea how Kitty can go to visit these women, knowing she could walk into that sort of violence. It scared me half to death.

I wish Theo were home. I could do with his arms around me at the moment. I took a long shower, tears running down my face as I cried out my grief and what I had just witnessed. Kitty is going to the hospital to be with Sam. I hope she makes it. That hit on the head when she was already in bad shape might be the tipping point.