“They look like dead black lily petals,” I overheard Calvin said. “There are about five bags full of them. They were found throughout the home.”
“It seemed like she stuffed them there a while ago,” Dr. Summings said. “Is that even possible?”
“I don’t know, you’re the doctor,” Calvin snapped.
“But, why would someone do that?” Mike said. “Why would someone stuff lily petals into their skin?”
“Someone not in the right state of mind,” Dr. Summings said. “Maybe for attention.”
I swallowed hard as I heard the hospital room door open. Mike peeked his head in with a big fake smile. Calvin and Dr. Summings walked in behind him.
“Hello, Lily,” Dr. Summings said in a fearful tone.
“We want to know what happened tonight with Jason,” Calvin said.
“I told you guys already that we got into a fight,” I snapped. “He slammed my head into the mirror and that’s when I fought him back,” I lied.
“When did this happen?” he questioned.
“About six hours ago,” I said.
“Ok, so what about the lilies?” Mike said.
“I don’t know,” I sighed.
“Did you intentionally put them there?”
“Put them where?”
“Inside your skin?”
“No way!” I cried. “I swear.”
“Do not lie!” Calvin yelled.
“I would never do something so sick. That is so disgusting. Look how I am shaking right now. I was so terrified. I have no idea how they got there. That's not even humanly possible!”
“It’s been a long night,” Dr. Summings butted in. “We should just let Lily go home.”
Mike and Calvin rolled their eyes as I stood up.
“Should I release her then?” Mike asked Calvin.
Calvin nodded. “I suppose. We’ve had enough of her for today.”
“So, what about Jason?” I gave a nervous smile. “Any damages to him?”
“Many, if it weren’t for you calling 911 he could have died. His brain had swelled up to the size of a watermelon!” Calvin exaggerated as he walked out the room.
I ran out the room after them. “Wait! What about arresting him?”
Mike’s eyes narrowed and he stopped for me. “Do you want to press charges—”
“Well…would I have to go to court?” I said.
“Possibly and you can possibly be charged too.”
“Well, then never mind.”
“I’m gonna say this upfront, Lily. I’m on to you,” Mike snapped. “I know what you’re trying to do. I know you put those lilies in your skin.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
“You’re a sick woman,” he said.
“I would never do something like that. How would I do that?” I cried. “I don’t even know where to buy lilies at.”
Mike pulled out a notepad from his jacket and handed it to me. “Around your pregnancy, Dr. Summings said you came here with scars that looked like stitches around your temples—”
“What?” I gasped. “He thinks I put them there. That would mean I would have had to cut open my skin and sew myself back up. I would remember doing that!”
“Yes, that would also mean that you may have a form of Munchausen syndrome, just like your mother.”
“You’re accusing me of wanting attention? I hate having attention.”
He sighed. “I’m not going to argue with you, but if I have any proof that you are deliberately harming yourself and/or harming Jason, I will take your children away from you and lock you away in an institution.”
“You cannot be serious,” I chided.
“If this was any other couple, I would have filed something…but it’s you. And I know your history.”
“So, you’re saying you don’t believe me?” I said. “About me and Jason’s fight.”
“Of course not,” Mike snapped.
“I’m flabbergasted.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“You think I’m a liar. Why would I lie?”
“I know liars when I see them. And I know you are trying to get attention because you feel like no one loves you.”
“I swear, Mike, I never would do anything for attention,” I sighed. “But you have to believe me; I think Jason wants me dead,” I whispered.
Mike laughed. “I think you should leave me alone.”