A Forgotten Murder (Medlar Mystery 3) - Page 128

SCENE ONE

GROUNDS OF OXLEY MANOR. NIGHT

When Diana came to, she was lying on the ground, her dress around her ribs, the bottom half of her naked. Her head hurt horribly. It took her a moment to realize what had happened. Nicky had raped her.

Always a woman of logic, she began to think about what she needed to do. Stagger back into the big house and confront him? Call the police? Then what? Court? The whole idea was absurd. She could envision the short dress she had on being shown in court. The jury would take one look and agree that she’d been “asking for it.”

When she tried to move, she felt pain. There was blood on the side of her face. He must have hit her with something.

She held on to a tree to help her stand. Her dress fell down to cover her but she still felt exposed, more naked than she’d ever been.

The things Nicky had said came back to her. She’d known that theirs was to be a marriage of...of what? The old-fashioned term “marriage of convenience” seemed to fit. They’d both wanted the same thing: Oxley Manor. Because she understood it, she believed she saw everything through clear glasses. Nothing rosy fogged her vision.

But now, with her body shaking, her mind traumatized, she realized she’d known nothing. She hadn’t really understood Nicky—or herself. She’d always scoffed at books and movies about romance, so when love hit her, she’d been unprepared for it. She’d reacted as she never thought she would.

The night was quiet, but she could hear a wave of music coming from the house. Did she go back inside? Try to act as though nothing had happened?

A slight breeze came and she heard the soft whinny of a horse. Without another thought, she turned toward the stables, toward the familiarity of animals. And Sean would be there. Yes. She needed his comfort now. He would know what to do.

Her shoes were still on, not made for walking, but better than none. She was hurt and she felt dirty. Used. Discarded as though she was worth nothing. She staggered forward.

ACT TWO

SCENE TWO

THE STABLES

It was late, but Sean was outside the open double doors. A saddle was on a block and he was rubbing lanolin on the leather. He gave a quick glance to Diana when she stepped into the edge of the light. “Get tired of the noise of them?” he asked. “Too much booze? Too much cake?”

When she didn’t say anything, he turned. She was in full light now and he could see her clearly. The torn dress, bruised body, hair wild. Blood covered the side of her face.

He didn’t say anything, just dropped the brush and ran to her.

At the sight of him, her friend, Diana let go. She no longer had to try to be brave or strong.

Sean caught her before she hit the ground and carried her inside. There were bales of hay with a blanket over them and he stretched her out there.

He didn’t have to be told what had happened to her. Her thighs were bruised, bloody and glistening. He spread a blanket over her, then got a wet cloth and wiped the blood off the side of her face.

“Nicky...”

“Ssssh,” he said. “You don’t have to explain.”

“I told him I couldn’t marry him. Helen...”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You almost set the barn on fire.”

Diana gave a slight smile, but then the tears started. “I don’t know what to do. Should I call the police?”

Sean’s calloused hands were smoothing back her hair. “I wish we could. I wish I could say he’d be prosecuted, but it won’t happen.”

She closed her eyes but the tears kept coming.

“I want you to leave here. Now. Tonight,” he said.

“I need to get—”

“No! Leave everything. Take Rona and go.”

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