So I decided to do another story. Just like my other stories, I will update weekly. For those reading my other story "Growing Up," I won't neglect it. I will be updating it every week as well.
This story is rated M just for precaution.
She loves rain but not today. Marina Evans hated the rain today. Her faded blue vans made a squishing sound every time she took a step. How could she loose her sweater at school? She wouldn't have cared if she brought her umbrella with her. But she didn't.
Her best and only friend, Jack, had offered her a ride home but she declined. Now, Marina wished she would have said yes. She was drenched from head to toe. She wouldn't be this wet but she had to go to the liquor store to buy what her mother told her to buy before she left for school.
She turned the corner and sighed in relief when she saw the old apartment building not far away. She started to run as the rain continued to fall heavily. Luckily they lived on the second floor so she didn't have to walk up a lot of steps. She rushed inside the building and sighed in relief. It wasn't that warm inside the building but it was better than outside right now. She rushed up the stairs as she started to take our the keys from one of the jean pockets
The teen arrived at the second floor and walked down three doors down to stand in front of the door of their apartment. She fumbled to put the key in the keyhole for a minute before it went in. Marina opened the door and quickly stepped inside. She closed the door behind her and started to talk to the living room. She stopped short when she saw her mother. The woman in her late thirties with black hair, that didn't seemed like it has been washed in days, was pacing around the room.
The older woman stopped and turned around to see her daughter wet from the rain. Her expression went from annoyed to angry in a matter of a second. "You better not mess up the floor! And where the fuck is your sweater?"
Marina rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, walking to the kitchen table. She threw her wet backpack on the old wooden table and immediately noticed a few things. She saw an injection needle, a lighter and a spoon. She glanced back at her mother. "I think I left it in one of my classes."
The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "Stupid as always. Did you get my pack?"
Marina grabbed her backpack from the table and zipped open the small front bag. She clutched the small white and red cigarette pack and closed the bag again. She walked halfway in the living room and threw the pack to her mother. The woman caught the small package in the air and frowned at it.
"These aren't my usual cigarettes!" her mother snarled, throwing the packet across on the ground as she stood up.
"The ones that you smoke ran out," Marina flatly said. "He said that in two days they will arrive. So you are stuck with those for the meantime."
"Go to another liquor store and get me my cigarettes!" the older woman yelled as she stood up from the worn our couch.
"In case you haven't noticed it's fucken pouring outside!" The seventeen year old pointed out to the window. "I'm not going out there in the rain again just for a pack of cigarettes!"
"I'm your mother and you will do what I say!"
"FUCK YOU!"
The sound of a slap echoed in the messy living room.
The teen's hand flew to her right cheek that was stinging in pain. She didn't have time to recover when her mother slapped her other cheek and then pushed her to the dirty floor. The seventeen year old gasped when her head hit the floor hard. She started to see stars as she tried to get up.
"You have the decency to yell and curse at me!" Marina's mother shouted at her daughter, kicking her in the ribs once.
The young girl let out a pain cry as she clutched her sides. She didn't dare to get up again. The teen heard her mother unbuckle the belt that she came familiar with throughout the years. Marina's eyes widen in fear and was about to move away but it was too late. She hissed when she felt the worn out leather belt hit her back.
"How dare you talk back to me! I'm your mother!" the woman swung the belt down at her daughter's back repeatedly. "I'm the one that puts a roof over your head! YOU OWE ME!"
The teen bit her lip hard from preventing the cries of pain to come out of her mouth but it was starting to get difficult. Her back was burning. She didn't know how many lashes have been. She lost count. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Mom please stop!" Marina cried, shaking from the pain. "It burns! Please stop!"
Suddenly her mother threw the belt on the ground and then was on top of her. It took the teen by surprise. Marina tried to push her mother off of her but the woman was heavier than her. Her mother's knee was digging on her ribs while the other was on the ground.
"Get off me!" the teen gasped, trying to push her mother off of her.
One of her mother's hands grabbed a handful of Marina's black hair and then brought her up close to her face. "You're going to regret from ever been born you worthless piece of shit!" The woman hissed.
Marina whimpered in pain and from been scared. She has never seen her mother like this. She could see the pure hate in her mother's eyes blue eyes. It was one of the few features she got from her mother. The teen also had blue eyes but they didn't show hate. Her mother's eyes were always hateful. At least towards the teen they were.
"Mom, please stop!" Marina winced at the grip her mother had on her hair.
The woman let out a cold laugh. "I'm not done with you yet. I need to teach you a lesson."
The teen yelled out when the back of her head came in contact with the floor. Hard. Her eyesight began to get blurry and started to hear a ringing in her ears. She tried to pry her mother's hands off her hair but no avail. This time the side of her head was slammed against the floor. Seconds later Marina lost consciousness.
The beeping of the machines was the first thing she heard as she woke up. She groaned at how brightness of the lights and it took her a couple of blinks to adjust.
"Hello there."
Marina turned around and saw a woman with grey hair in blue scrubs holding a clipboard. She glanced around the white room as she talked to the elderly looking woman. "Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital."
"Hospital?" The teen frowned, she tried to sit up but the nurse gently pushed her back down.
"You have a head injury," the nurse softly said. She smiled slightly at Marina before turning around and headed to the door. "I'll get the doctor. She will answer all the questions that you will have."
Once the nurse left, Marina frowned to herself as she tried to remember what happened that landed her in the hospital. She remembered walking to the liquor store near her house after school and walking home. What she didn't remember was what happened when she got home.
She reached to scratch her head but stopped short when she felt something on the back of her head. She sat up and both of her hands touched the bumpy area. Marina winced when she gently pressed her finger on the bump.
The door open and she turned her attention to the door. The nurse from before walked in along with a blonde female doctor. The doctor smiled at Marina as she walked to stand next to her while the nurse checked the machines on the other side of the bed.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Johnson," the female doctor said politely.
"Hi."
"Do you know your name?" The doctor said, taking out a pen flashlight.
"Marina Evans."
The doctor nodded, "Good. Do you know where you live?"
"Manhattan, New York," Marina said.
"Excellent. Now, I want you to follow the light with your eyes," Johnson said, turning the flashlight on.
The teen followed the light for a couple of seconds before the doctor put the pen away.
"I'm sorry ma'am," Marina frowned. "But why am I here? And why do I feel something weird on the back of my head?"
The nurse and the doctor shared a look. Johnson nodded to the nurse and the older woman left the room.
"You suffered from a slight fracture skull," the doctor explained to the teen. "We stitched the cut on the back of your head. Luckily you didn't need to have surgery."
"Stiches?"
Doctor Johnson nodded. "You hit your head pretty hard. We scanned your brain and everything seems fine. But just for a precaution you will have to stay for another day."
Marina glanced out the hospital window and noticed it was still raining. "Where's my mom?"
The doctor hesitated for a moment before answering, "She is not here."
"Oh."
"Do you want me to call her?"
The dark haired teenager shrugged as she stared down at her white blanket that was covering her.
"I'll be back soon," Doctor Johnson said as she walked out of the door.
When the door closed, Marina sighed heavily as she stared out the window again. She frowned to herself as she tried to remember how she hurt her head. She didn't know how long she sat there trying to remember but slowly her memories started to come back. She remembered arriving home and finding her mother shooting that crap in her veins. Then her mother got angry because she bought another brand of cigarettes.
Marina's hand slowly touched her cheek when she recalled the slap. Her eyes slightly widen when the images of her mother hitting her with the belt. She started to slightly panic. Did Doctor Johnson or the nurse see her back? Her arms? The teen glanced down at her arms and slightly cringed.
The scars have healed and were slightly fading. But she could still the faint lines across her pale forearms. She would either wear long sleeves or sweaters. Only her friend Jack knew about her cutting habit.
"Ah shit!" Marina hissed. "I was supposed to call him for—"
Upon hearing the door open, Marina covered her covered her arms as best as she could and glanced towards the door. Doctor Johnson was back but she wasn't alone. Instead of the nurse from before or her mother, two people entered the room behind her. A man and a woman. Seeing the confused expression on her face the female doctor explained.
"Marina, they are detectives. They have a few questions to ask you."
"I'm Detective Benson," the brunette smiled gently at the dark haired teen. She then gestured to the detective standing next to her. "And this is my partner Detective Stabler."
"Detectives?" The teen frowned. "I didn't do anything wrong."
"We know that you didn't," Detective Benson softly said.
"Then why are you here?"
The doctor nodded to the detectives. "I have to get to my other patients," she glanced at Marina and said, "I will come back to check on you soon. If you start to feel uneasy, just call one of my nurses and they will attend you quickly."
With one last glance at the adults, the doctor left, leaving the teen alone with the detectives.
"So why are two cops here?" Marina warily said, glancing between the two detectives.
"We're from Special Victims Unit," Stabler informed the teen, leaning back against the wall.
"Special Victims?"
"We handle cases that deal with rape and abuse," he said, staring at the young girl. "That's why we are here. Because something happened to you."
Marina stiffened and started to slightly panic inside. She tried to keep her face straight and her voice from shaking. "You think I was abuse. I wasn't."
Detective Benson walked towards the chair beside the bed and sat down. "The doctor told us you almost suffer from a fracture skull. That you needed stiches for the long cut at the back of your head."
"I slipped and fell on the floor hard. I blacked out," Marina lied. "That's it."
"Then why did you neighbor called the cops about a domestic disturbance?" Detective Benson said. "He told the cops that he heard shouting and banging against the floor."
"Who called?" The teen narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Jones? He's an old man. He must have heard wrong."
Detective Stabler raised an eyebrow at the teenager. "The cops found you unconscious on the floor, bleeding from the back of your head. And a belt lying on the ground not far from you."
Marina looked down at her lap.
"Marina," Detective Benson said softly. "We can help. But you have to tell us what happened."
"Look, lady," Marina sighed in irritation. She was starting to get a headache with all of the talking. "I just want to get out of here and go home as soon as possible."
Detective Benson took a step closer to the bed. "That's just the thing, Marina. You won't be going home anytime soon."
The teen looked up at the detective. She stared at her incredulously. "What do you mean by that? I have to get home. My mom is—"
"Your mother was arrested when cops went to the apartment," Olivia firmly said. "She is locked up at our precinct as we speak."
So what did you guys think about the story so far? Love it? Hate it?
Next chapter will be up sometime during the weekend.
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