When I woke again, Rick was sitting beside me on the bed, holding my hand and smiling slightly. I felt embarrassed. I fainted just at his question.

"Hey," he whispered.

"I'm sorry," I stammered quickly. He put his finger on my lips and smiled.

"Don't be sorry. That's okay. There is so much on you. If you don't want to speak now, go take a shower and I'll lend you some clothes and cook your dinner, okay?" he said seriously, and I just nodded. Rick got out of bed and out of the closet he handed me his shirt and shorts. I thanked him and went to the bathroom. When I stripped to my underwear, I was looked in the mirror and watched my battered body. At the edge of the sink, I saw blade. I thought this might be a solution. I sat on the edge of the tub and I put the razor on my wrist. Blade disrupted my skin and blood began to drip onto the floor. Rick without knocking went into the bathroom and immediately grabbed the blade from his hand and threw it on the ground. I started to cry and he hugged me. I was afraid that he will scream, but he didn't. After a few minutes he released me from his hg and fixed my injured wrist.

"Kate, please talk to me," he said and looked deep in my eyes, "I know you're scared, but you're safe, and while I am with you, you'll be safe," he said seriously.

"Can I take a shower first?" I asked quietly. He answered yes and said, "Just don't hurt yourself again please." I smiled at him, and then he left. In 15 minutes I came to him in the living room and sat on the couch. He sat next to me and grabbed my hands.

"Speak only if you want," he said soothingly. I took a deep breath and I felt my eyes filling with tears.