Charlie took it too far. I am lying on my back staring at the celling while clutching my aching stomach wondering if I'll make it out alive this time. It doesn't matter anymore; I am sure death doesn't hold anything worse for me than what life had to offer, but I really don't want to die. I've been in and out of consciousness so I'm not even sure if it's been five days or more since Charlie locked me in my room for being late home after school. I didn't have his dinner on the table as soon as he arrived home because I needed to rest on the sidewalk while walking back from school. he had beat the crap out of me the night before and my ribs were and are still aching. Oh and right now the fever I think am sporting is not helping my condition.
It's ironic though, Charlie is the head of cardiothoracic surgery at Forks Memorial Hospital. He saves lives everyday and people all around town love him; they don't really know what he does behind closed doors no do they? Rumor has it, he is one of the best surgeons at the hospital and he I the next in line to being the chief of the surgery. Well, the good doctor has been letting of steam using me has his punching bag since the day I opened my eyes on this world. I never met my mother; but according to Charlie she was a real bitch. She left me with Charlie a week after my birth to be with some guy she cheated on him with, and ever since I've been living with him.
I haven't heard the front door open or close for the last two days and that means Charlie hasn't come for two days. I haven't been able to get of bed since yesterday whenever I try the room starts spinning and my legs buckle underneath me so I've stayed in bed with the duvet pulled up to my chin covering my freezing form as the heaters been off since Charlie left days ago and there's nothing to shield from forks freezing winter. He basically left me to starve and freeze to death. And with that though dark spots start clouding my vision and I am no longer able to hold my eyes open as unconsciousness claims me, and I can't help but wonder if this is the last time my eyes will see light.
I didn't hear Charlie come home this time but next time I gain consciousness it's with the sound of my bedroom door being slammed open. I can't open my eyes; they are just not opening. I know Charlie is in for another torture session when I feel his tight grip at the side of both my shoulders.
"Get up now!" he shouts at my lifeless form shaking my violently. Oh God, my ribs are screaming and I can hear a raspy pathetic whimper that happens to be mine. Charlie tightens his grip even more and I manage to force my eyes to open halfway to be met with Charlie's furious stare boring into them and I feel like I am just on the verge of breaking in his arms.
"I said get up now!" he screams at me again as he peels the covers off me and hoists me up by my shoulders into a standing position and as soon as he releases me I fall like a rag doll to the ground and it's not even a second before Charlie grips my shoulders again picking me up again and this time he throws me at the bed and my ribs scream in protest but I am no longer able to even produce a sound.
Surprisingly he doesn't slam the door shut as he leaves and he returns back no longer than a minute later with something in his hand that my hazy vision can't make out. He puts this object on my nightstand and he picks me up again and positions me against my bed's headboard holding a glass full of water to lips.
"Drink." He orders sourly showing that is the last thing he wanted to be doing to me right now. I know I won't be able to swallow, much less open my mouth.
"Just let me die." I wince as I manage to rasp out feeling like a thousand needles have pierced into my throat.
"No" he replies angrily; "you are not going to get off this easily. You are just like your mother you pathetic bitch!" he screams as he grips the sides of my jaw with his hand forcing my mouth open. He starts pouring the water into my mouth. "Swallow bitch or we will do this the hard way." He says menacingly and I just can't take it anymore. My head and ribs are aching and I am dehydrated, malnourished, and above all freezing. I try my best to swallow but I start choking and my stomach grumbled in anger and I feel like my ribs are finding their way out through my skin and to my horror my body starts convulsing off the bed. I hear Charlie starting to curse muttering about things getting out of control and my eyes roll back into my head making everything fade to black.
I am brought back to consciousness by the feeling of a sharp prick it the inside of my elbow. What is this I don't remember getting hurt there? Oh shit Charlie! My eyes automatically fly open and I don't how much time passed since I was last conscious. Although I am very dizzy and drowsy, my whole feels like a truck has just crushed it. My head really hurts along with my throat and my neck is very stiff but I manage to look up, my heart races in my aching chest at the scenery in front of me.
