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Chapter 6: Chapter 6

I open my eyes slowly and blink the blurriness away. I can hear the beeping sound around me and it was starting to annoy me. I can smell the disinfectant used to clean this room; the blurriness clears after a couple of seconds. I am in the hospital; my bed sits next to the window looking out onto the highway. I am hooked onto a heart monitor; I have an IV line and bag in my right hand with an antibiotic bag that has its own line hooked into the first one. I have a gastric feeding tube pushing nutrients into my stomach.

My mother really did a number on me. I stay quiet enjoying the silence while I can and stare out the window, willing my brain to shut off. How did I survive and why? Why can't I have a break? Is that too much to ask? "She is awake." I hear someone say outside my door. The more I look outside and think about everything the angrier I get. I can feel it burning a hole through me, my chest tightens, and I can feel it rushing through my veins. I take a deep breath trying to calm the rushing inferno inside of me.

An attempt I quickly notice become futile. It is like trying to tame a raging wildfire with only one bucket of water. I can smell them before they even open the door to my room. Each scent making my stomach flip in disgust. "Hello, I am Doctor Donate can you tell us your name?" she asks as she checks my vitals. I hiss in pain when she flashes my eyes with her flashlight and I sooth them with the palm of my hands. "Analiah Sandoval, how did I get here?" I ask.

They look between themselves and the doctor pulls as chair up close to me. "You were brought here in an ambulance. Someone found you by a river, you were brutally beaten…" I chuckle humorlessly. No kidding, my mother tried to kill me, and I know for sure she will not stop until she succeeds. "The state of your injuries was so severe, that we had to put you into an induced coma to let your body rest and heal on its own. That was six months ago." She says and waits for my reaction.

I stare at her blankly and shrug my shoulders. What did they want me to do? Cry? Did that, it did not solve anything, and it sure did not gain me any sympathy from them. Scream? Yeah, did that too it only infuriated them more. I tilt my head staring at them waiting for the rest. "Three months after your arrival we took you off the medication keeping you in the coma and tried to wake you, but you fell into a real coma. You did not have anything wrong with your health, that we made sure of because we ran all tests possible and all came back clear.

We think it was your body trying to protect itself. We called the police for you, they will be here soon, they wanted to speak to you as soon as you were awake." She says waiting for me to answer. I nod and look back out the window. The nurses took the heart monitor off and the folly catheter. They disconnected the feeding bag and turned the machine off. Once I was alone, I throw the sheets off me and pull myself out of the bed. I hold onto the railing for the room to stop spinning.

My legs feel weak confirming what the doctor just told me. I need a shower, I stink, I wait a couple of seconds before walking slowly towards the bathroom. I reach my hands out for the wall and lean my weight into it as I make my way towards the bathroom. I lock the door after me and turn the faucet as hot as possible. I peal the disgustingly filthy rags they had me wearing and I look at myself. There is not a bruise in site, I forgot how my body looked like without them.

I have new scars on me along with the old ones, the gastric feeding tube looks disgusting, it smells foul and its leaking a strange liquid. I scrub my skin raw from all the filth and wash my hair. All the products I needed to clean myself and brush my teeth were inside the bathroom, for which I'm thankful for. I take my time drying myself and getting dressed in the clothes they provided. I untangle my hair with the comb that is in the bathroom, I brush my teeth a couple of times and walk out.

"My poor baby!"

My mother comes running towards me, I frown in confusion and anger. I pull my fist back and swing it towards her face breaking her nose in the process. It was an automatic impulse; I don't want them anywhere near me. Her scream of pain brings the nurses barging in, she holds her nose to stop the blood from flowing out and sits on the floor where she fell. The doctor looks on in shock as the nurses aid my mother. She looks at me, as if she is seeing another person in my place, I have never lifted my hand to her not even to defend myself from them.

I will not be their punching bag anymore and I will definitely start fighting back now. The nurses clean my mother and bandage her up. She is lucky I only punched her once, with all the pent-up anger I feel, all I want to do is bash her brains in until I see her bleed. I want her blood to run down my arms as I beat it out of her like she did to me on so many occasions, to splash all over my face as mine decorated hers. I hold back and tighten my fist to my side to the point where I can feel my nails penetrate my skin.


Chapter 7: Chapter 7

My father is leaning against the wall without a care in the world. He doesn't even try to help my mother or fake looking relieved like my first-class actress of a mother, he just looks annoyed. The doctor escorted them into my room which tells me she doesn't suspect them as my abusers. I glare at her in anger, as she looks between us confused and surprised. "Where is the police?" I ask as I fold my arms in front of my chest. My father stands straighter and my mother looks towards him in panic, he glares at her for her to stay calm.

I am sixteen and a half I do not have to leave with them, as soon as I am discharged, I will go to court and get emancipated. The doctor looks at our exchange in confusion, she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "They just got here and are on their way up. Your parents were worried for you, they came every day and stayed all day next to your bed. Why do you not greet them?" she asks but by the tone in her voice, I understand she suspects something.

Good, at least now I know she is not that oblivious to the growing tension in the room. I can see the panic in my mothers' eyes grow making her hands shake uncontrollably and the doctor notices also. My father's anger starts to show in his expression, he glares at my mother every time her shaking would attract the attention of the nurses and the doctor, but it doesn't scare me. That crippling fear I felt every time I was near them has dissipated, I am not afraid of them anymore, the girl they use to beat died.

Literally! I will never let them have so much control over me ever again. "Can we have some privacy with our daughter?" my father asks or more so demands as the door to my room opens. Two officers walk in with pads and pens in hand. My mother nearly fainted when they opened the door and I smirk, it's good to finally see fear in her expression other than hatred. "No." I hiss in anger, why will they not let me be? I wash my hands like 'Poncio Pilato' of them, I will not care for them again, let their blood be over their own heads.

I can't stand to be in the same room with them as it is, I will not give them the chance to hurt me worse or threaten me. "Miss Sandoval, I am officer Ramirez, and this is my partner Officer Cortez. We are the ones in charge of this investigation. Can you tell us what happened?" he asks shaking my hand and opening the pad. I turn towards the window, giving everyone my back. "You might want to start by arresting them." I say. "Who?" Officer Cortez asks ready to charge.

"My parents." I answer and turn towards them. I shake my head, chuckling when no one moves. I walk towards my bed and sit on my freshly made bed. "They are the ones that gave me the beating that landed me in here." I say and wait for them to move even though I have a feeling they will not. My parents know better than to run, if they do, they are confirming what I have just said. No one moves for a while as I stare at everyone waiting for someone to act in my defense.

I chuckle humorlessly and stare at the police. I can feel my anger brewing higher as the time passes. I nod at no one and accept that no one will move. "If you will not do anything, then take them out right now." I grit in anger and close my eyes. I need to reign in my anger, or they will just think I'm a bitter child and lying through my teeth. I will not speak if they are in here, that they can count on. The police stare at me for a couple of seconds trying to call my bluff, they will not find any.

I'm not kidding; I am done being the good girl, they need to leave before I snap and catch myself a case along with them. My parents are escorted out kicking and screaming. They keep spewing lies of how much they love me, how scared they were when I disappeared on them only to be found by the river almost dead and how they have the right to be there for me. They both look livid as the door closes in their faces, they start making calls as soon as they took their phones out.

"Now, can you tell us what happened the night you were found by the river?" Officer Ramirez asks and waits for my answer. I close my eyes and sigh, "I was walking home from work and was stopped by one of my mother's lovers. He has been after me and trying to get into my pants since I turned thirteen. I kicked him in his groin because he started groping me and would not let go of me. I ran home and my parents were hosting a party."

"I decided to crash somewhere else but when I turned, I heard the front door open and my mother walk out…" I explain everything to them in detail. They didn't interrupt me until I finished, "Your parents spoke to us when they were called once your information was entered into the system. Nothing you say adds up to anything they said." Officer Cortez says frowning not buying anything I say. I smile at her, "Did you think they were going to make it easy for you?" I ask sarcastically, what did they expect from child abusers?

I can see the minute what I said registered into her tiny brain, the vein on her forehead started pulsing letting me know she didn't like it and her face started turning red in anger.


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