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Chapter 4
Sonny slowly made his way to her, careful to not frighten her any more than she already was. "Alexis,"
he called softly, putting a hand lightly on her shoulder.
"No!" She screamed, jerking her shoulder back
and pressing her back harder into the wall.
"Shh. It's okay, Alexis, it's just me, Sonny."
"Sonny?"
"Yeah,
it's me. You're okay," he said, gently kneeling beside her.
"I'm sorry Sonny."
"Hey,
hey, breathe."
"Sonny, I couldn't save her. It's all my fault. She was just lying there, and I couldn't
wake her," she sobbed.
Sonny felt a wave of nausea pass through him. He knew immediately she was talking about
her mother and what she saw. His broke for her, there was nothing he could do to take away the pain she was feeling. His rage
began to form when he thought about what would bring out such memories in her delusional state. 'Helena', he thought.
He would not let that women terrorize Alexis anymore, physically, or emotionally.
"I'm going to pick you up
and take you to bed." He scooped her into his arms and was alarmed at the heat he felt radiating off of her body. He looked
her over and noticed that her shirt was plastered to her body and her face was flushed with heat.
"God, Alexis,
you're burning up," he said quickly walking up the stairs to her room. He gently placed her on the bed, bringing the
sheets up with him.
"Son-," she murmured.
"I know baby, I'm here, hold on." He ran to the
bathroom and retrieved a face cloth. He ran it under the cool water and walked back to where Alexis laid. He looked for a
thermomoter, and when he finally found one, thankful it was the one that you insert in your ear, he took her temperature.
He pulled the thermometer away and was not pleased with what he saw. Her temperature was 103.2º. Damn, she was
way too hot.
"Alexis, I need to get you out of this shirt. It is making you too hot and uncomfortable."
When she didn't resist, he took it as a good sign. If she really didn't want him to get her out of the shirt, she would have
definitely protested. He felt guilty for taking off her clothing while she was so sick, but it had to be done. He gently
peeled the soaked material from her now shivering body, and slid one of her silk pajama tops onto her body. He couldn't help
but to marvel at her creamy, smooth skin, that was now in full view. 'God she's beautiful', he thought. Next, he
slid off her skirt and placed her long legs into the bottom half of her pajamas.
He glanced down to look at
her face, and found that her eyes were closed tightly, and moving rapidly beneath her lids. He figured that she must be remembering
something and he wished he could stop her pain and delusions. Helena had hurt her so much, physically and emotionally, and
he vowed to himself that he would never let Helena hurt her again. Alexis was the most important thing in his life, and he
would not loose her. He would protect her always and forever.
He glanced down to watch her sleeping form and
was happy to see that she had somewhat relaxed. He placed the cloth back onto her forehead and brushed the damp locks of hair
away from her face. He gently brushed his lips across her check bone and stoked her face, loving the way it felt beneath his
fingertips.
"It's okay Alexis; I'm here with you."
She could feel someone touching her and
it jerked her awake. Someone was touching her cheek; it felt rough and cold against her skin. She turned to the face that
belonged to the hand and gasped.
"Stavros?"
"Hello, little mouse. I think it's time you and I
got to know each other a little better, don't you?"
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