Brand new story from me! Leave a review if you want me to continue or not :D Takes place during season 9. WARNING: CONTAINS ABUSE DON'T READ IF IT BOTHERS YOU.
I don't own anything besides Katelyn and her dad :P
My name is Katelyn Marie Williams. I live with my father Theodore, but he goes by the name Ted. He's a great guy-or at least was one. My mom left me and my older brother when I was young, so I don't remember her. My dad was then left to take care of us. My dad has served 2 tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, and now he's finally home for good. My older brother's name is John. He joined the Army right after my dad got out of the Marines. Right now my brother is deployed. My dad has been a mess ever since he came back from the war.
"Hey dad" I say cheerfully as I walk through the front door. My dad is in his usual position, sitting in front of the TV with a can of beer in his hand. My eyes fall to the stack of already empty cans by his chair.
"Shut up, I'm watching the game" I sigh, this has been happening more often. I walk into my room and throw myself onto my bed. I feel like crying but I have ran out of tears in the recent months. I grab my brothers picture and hold it close to me. Days like this I miss him so much.
I decide to go to the kitchen to do homework, since the light in my room doesn't work. I sit at the kitchen table and open my math book.
"Are you doing history?" My dad mumbles as he joins me at the table. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.
I look at him "No, math" I say as my eyes return to the book.
"I can help you" he says. I know this is his drunk confused state. At this stage anything can set him off. I quickly collect my book and began to retreat.
"I can help you" he says as he grabs my arm and I peer into his bloodshot eyes.
"No, I'm fine" I say, trying to break free of his grasp.
"I SAID LET ME HELP YOU!" he bellows. I was afraid we would get here.
"Dad stop!" I shout as he twists my arm. He doesn't listen, and my arm pops. A silence forms in the room.
"Great, now look what you did. No we have to take you to the hospital before anyone at school sees."
He shoves me out the door. I stop him when I see rain drops on the windows.
"Dad, it's raining" I say as I reach for my jacket.
"Too bad, were leaving now" he says as he knees me in the gut, causing me to fall.
"Hurry up" my dad says as he grabs me by my shirt collar.
I prepare myself as we walk in the pouring rain. We live two blocks from the hospital and we walked the way there. All I had on was a plaid button down shirt with jeans. By the time we got their I was soaked. I sit in the exam room after my x-ray with my father. he crosses his arms while I shiver from the cold. A very pretty orthopedic doctor finally walks in.
"Hi Katelyn, I'm Dr. Torres" she says with a smile. I try to smile back as my father stays stone- faced.
"I looked at your x-rays and your arm looks dislocated. We can fix that right now. How did this happen?" Dr. Torres asks. I stare blankly at the floor while my hand holds my ribs which are arching now.
"She fell" my father says as he glances at me. Dr. Torres notices this.
"I see" she replies. "Sir, would you mind stepping out in the hall, while I examine her?"
He grumbles, my father is too drunk to make a scene. He waits out in the hallway. Dr. Torres stands to further examine me.
"Did you walk here?" She asks me as she stand to get a towel from a nearby rack. I nod. She grabs the towel and dries my hair with it, and places the towel over my shoulders.
My hand is still on my ribs while she checks out my arm. She confirms that it is dislocated, and notices me biting my lip as I try to relive the pressure on my ribs. I flinch as she goes to touch them.
"Hey, it's okay" she says gently. "We still have to check them out though. "
I lift up my shirt so she can check them, and she says that my ribs are bruised, but just to make sure they're not broken we take another x-ray. She says they are just bruised and wraps a bandage around them as I stand up. I see my dad tapping on the window, my signal to hurry up.
"Thank you" I say to Dr. Torres as we leave. "No problem, feel better" she says as my father drags me away.
"If you need to come in again just ask for me!" She says as my father practically pushes me down the hospital hallway.
"Did you say anything?" my father asks as we walk back to our apartment.
"No, I didn't"
"Good, now go to bed" he says as we reach our apartment. I walk into my bedroom and change my damp clothes. I crawl under the blankets, and try to relax. Before I fall asleep, my emotions over take me, and I silently cry so my father won't hear me. I try not to think about what tomorrow may hold.
2nd a/n: More will be revealed about Katelyn next chapter, so if you have any questions about why she is acting this way or if she has other family etc will be answered next chapter. Thanks for reading :)