Mother dropped Danielle off at her
best friends and drove me home. The ride was long, painfully and
silent. She would look back periodically in the review mirror her
cold eyes on me. I thought I was going to die and that this was
indeed going to be my last night let alone day breathing. Honestly?
That terrified me more than you could believe it would. My legs got
weak and I clung to the door. I wanted my Father again, I wanted to
be clinging to him and not the door. Yet I couldn't be, it
wasn't physically possible for me. I sighed as we pulled up to
the house and she opened the door. She walked to my door and ripped
it open, my grip being pulled away. She grabbed me by my hair as
she dragged me out of the car and into the house. She tossed me
down on the floor as I shrieked in pain and she slammed the door
shut. She stormed off to the bathroom and a few minutes later
came back as she dragged me to the bathroom. I had a horrible fear
of freezing to death, and in the bathroom the temperature was
turned down. The water was full and I could see ice cubes
floating.
Fear shot through my body as I stared at it breathing heavily. I
was fine with cold water if the sun was beating down on me. I loved
swimming in the winter if the pool was heated and indoors. She
pulled off my clothes until I was in my underwear and grabbed me
and pushed me into the tub. I fell back and my head hit the hard
tub ground and I pushed up. She pushed my head down and turned,
"If I come back and your out of that tub you'll regret
it." she stormed out. As she was gone my whole body shivered,
and I wanted to be dead at that moment. I would have given anything
to not be in that tub.
It felt like hours when she finally opened the door. She pulled me
out and pushed me down to the ground and again I hit hard, and I
could see the blood. I blinked once, and then again. My whole body
shook and I closed my eyes tightly. I was trying hard not to cry
and scream. Fighting always made her come up with a even wicked
anger. She was on top and started to hit me, blow after blow and my
whole body shook in pain. It got so bad where I couldn't even
scream. I couldn't even cry as the whole world seemed to twirl.
She got up and started to walk away. She turned and kicked me heard
in the side a few times, causing me to cough up blood. Then
everything went black.
I have no clue how long I was out, or what day it was. I awoke and
I was in my mothers pretty room. I shuffled in the sheets of white
that was soft and comfortable. I pushed up out of the soft mattress
and looked at the pillow that was nice and clean. It had been
fluffed and everything felt strange. Had I been taken away or
father come and save me. No, father wouldn't and I was in
mothers room. Then I heard the door open and I braced myself. My
mother walked in wearing a pretty flower dress and her hair was
curled and pushed back. She smiled sweetly as she held a tray. I
was confused and dazzled. I didn't know if I should speak or
not.
"Oh good, dear. Your awake." she said, in the same sweet
voice she used for her patients. I realized then that this is what
it was. I was another one of her patients, and that is why she was
being so nice. "Your friends came to visit quiet a few times.
So did some boy named Eric, he seemed rather concern and
sweet." she nodded as she set the tray down. I bit my lip as I
thought, Eric came here? He entered my home, and met her. I wanted
to cry as I wondered what he said. I took a deep breath as I looked
at her. "How long have I been out?" I asked. She fixed
the tray. "I made your favorite. A turkey sand which with the
crust cut off and French fries as well as a bottle
water." she told me. I cleared my throat and spoke up again,
"How long have I been out." She smiled as she looked at
me. "About three days. I'll go tell your sister you woke
up." she said. She paused, "You really shouldn't have
stormed out. I found you on the street bleeding. I couldn't
find out who beat you.." she said. "I will call your
friends as well." she turned and left.
Stormed off and got beat? I couldn't believe she was telling
people that. I took a mirror and looked at myself. She had covered
up the bruises on my face and had sewed me up and fixed what she
could. I heard the door open again and looked up to see my sister
running in. She stopped at the bed and wrapped her arms around my
neck as tears flooded her eyes. I froze, my arms up and slowly
hugged her back as I pat her back gently. "I'm..
fine." I lied, because I could still feel the pain that ran
through my body. I could feel my ribs were broken but
healing and I could feel the bandage tightly wrapped around. I
knew that she probably got a doctor who didn't catch on or
bother questioning to look at me. Someone she probably slept with
or is friends with. My sister sobbed deeper into my shoulder as she
kissed my cheek. I smiled at her as I watched my mother stood
there. "Your friends should be coming over soon." she
told me. I nodded slightly. Danielle stood, "I'm
going to go okay? I'll see you tonight. Eat before they
come." she told me and left.
I did to, because I was starved. I ate the sand which quick and
took my time on the fries. I finished and drank my water right as I
saw Lucy, Eric, Skylar and Kyle walk in. I smiled at them all.
I felt the surge of happiness as I went to get up and regretted it
immediately. I winced and sat back down. Lucy and Kyle walked to me
first and hugged me both. Lucy whispered in my ear that she wanted
my side of the story. What really happened and I just nodded
hazily. Kyle was gritting his teeth as we started to talk. Lucy
turned, "Eric could you go get us a drink." Eric nodded
and lazily pushed himself off the wall and strolled outside. Skylar
paused, "Wheres the bathroom?" she asked. I glared at
her, wondering what she was doing here. "Two rooms down on the
left." I told her and she nodded leaving. I looked at them and
took a deep breath. Kyle looked at me, "Go ahead." he
said. So I did, I told them of everything and Kyle grit his teeth
and clenched his fist. Lucy's eyes filled with
tears.
