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Capítulo 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.


Capítulo 8: Chapter 8

I ignore her the rest of the time they were there with me. They show me the images of my injuries and explain that the nurses took them for me in case I wanted to press charges against whoever had done that to me. They were right, "I want to press charges against my parents, and I want a copy of all those photos." I say pointing towards the photos they have in their hands and wait for their reaction. "We understand what you want but before we can arrest them, we need you to understand that we need more evidence or a witness." They explain.

I laugh bitterly, I expected that, and it is never going to happen. No one will ever stand against my father; they fear him. After everything I have gone through, I can't get a break. The doctor called child protective services when she noticed I didn't want and can't stand to be next to my parents. She wants me to be safe when I get discharged and she knows I'm not if I leave with my parents. I think she believes me when I said they are responsible for me landing here but it is hard to tell.

My parents are a convincing duo, they wouldn't be together if they didn't work well together. They kept coming every day and trying to barge into my room against my wishes. I can see them losing patience every single time they are escorted out by security. Every time they come back it pisses me off more and the angrier, I got. It was starting to get harder to hold myself back, something in me thirsted for their blood as much as I did. I can't and don't want to be anywhere near them.

Two weeks pass quicker than I want it to, and it marks the time for the feeding tube to be surgically taken out. After three weeks and every exam coming back clean, there was no reason for me to stay here so they discharged me. I didn't own anything in here, everything I had-was provided by the hospital, so I left it. The social worker assigned to me had signed all the necessary documents for me to be discharged. I was going to be taken to an orphanage until I emancipate myself.

"I need to go by my parents place to get some things and clothes. Can you take me, please?" I ask Sandra the social worker. She smiles warmly and nods her head. I have heard stories of some social workers, from some of the kids that were in the system. They talk bad about the ones they were stuck with. I'm thankful that the one assigned to me is great. I stare out the window as the scenery became familiar. I sigh silently as I feel my anger start to simmer.

I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I hate this place with a passion, I can't wait to be out of here. She parks her car and turns the engine off. She stays with me inside the car waiting for me to make the first move. We are right outside my parents building. I open my door and close it behind me, Sandra does the same. "I can't leave you. I need to speak to your parents anyway, so while you pack, I will do that." She says as she walks beside me.

We both climb the stairs and enter the apartment that already had the door open. My parents and Stephen are having a heated conversation that immediately stops when we enter. I shake my head annoyed and walk towards my bedroom at the end of the hall. Sandra walks towards my parents and Stephen, the look on their faces make me stop on my track and I frown at them in suspicion. I know that look, they have something planned.

"Go pack Analiah, while I speak to your parents." Sandra says urging me towards my bedroom, they mask their expressions. I have a bad feeling about this, I hurry towards my bedroom and quickly start packing what little belongings I have. I run into my closet and pull out my suitcase. I throw all my clothes in it along with my toiletries bag and school backpack. I pull my extra cellphone, charger, my wallet and important papers from a hidden nook inside my closet.

The cellphone was dead but that was to be expected since I have not been home in a long time, so I will need to charge it as soon as I get to the orphanage. Everything I will need to go to court is in the cloud and I need to access it to be able to print it. "You know… you can't get rid of me that easily." I squeal in fright and turn around, holding my chest and take a step back away from him. How the heck did he sneak up on me without me noticing or sensing him?

I watch his every move, for each step he took towards me I took two back. "What are you doing in here?" I ask masking my fear. He smirks at me predatorily making me feel like a gazelle when hunted by a jaguar. "I came to help you and see you off." He answers but his eyes and tone sang another story. I took another step back and felt the wall behind me. I'm trapped, my fight or flight instinct kick in overdrive and I make a run for the door.

He grabs ahold of my hair as I run pass him making me groan in pain, my hands automatically try to pry his hands off my hair. He pushes me against the wall and traps me with his body. His legs are between mine making me feel exposed and vulnerable, each arm on either side of me blocking any way of escape. I hiss in pain when he pulls my hair roughly to the side to expose my neck to him unwillingly.


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