We had arrived at their headquarters which was a an apartment right above a bar. I knew my father wouldn't just let me leave him, but the idea of spending just one night without him was to tempting to pass up.
"She can sleep on the couch tonight," said Nate," we'll figure out what to do with her I'm the morning."
"Elliot," Sophie stopped him," can you look at Rachel's wounds, to see of there's anything you can do to help her?"
"Don't bother," I said," the scars have been there since I was five. They're not going away."
"Just let me look at the one you got tonight. I'll see if I can make it go away."
I slowly took of the jacket, and handed it back to Sophie. The front half of my shirt was still there, but it was dangling by my shoulders. I faced my back to him, and prepared for what ever was to come.
He was just putting cream on the scars, but I could allready feel the pain going away.
"What did he do this to for?"
"I'm supposed to have his dinner ready for him when he gets home from work. I was going to study for about thirty minutes, and get started. I don't know how, but I let myself fall asleep," I shuddered," when I woke up, he was home, and he had already made dinner. He always hits me if it's not done by the time he gets home. You can imagine how he was when he saw I never even started. Its all my fault."
"None of this is your fault," he said," your father's had a rough week. That doesn't give home the right to treat you like his punching bag. Where's your mom?"
"She died giving birth to me. That's why he hates me. He says I killed her," I said matter of factly.
"Do you have any other family? Anyone who could take you in?"
"Just my grandmother, and she hates me even more that my father does. Every time she comes to Thanksgiving she tells me to eat a meal, that I cooked, outside because ' she can't eat and look at me at the same time.'"
"We'll figure something out," he seemed to say to himself more than to me.
Parker came in holding a Brown blanket.
"Sophie wanted me to bring you this," she said.
"Just put it on the couch," Elliot said.
He carefully put a bandage on the fresh wound."
"Try not to touch it tonight. We'll see what it looks like tomorrow. Get some rest."
"I have an extra shirt that I keep her if you want to use it," Parker offered.
"Thank you both," I said.
"No problem," Elliot told me," If you need anything tonight, don't be afraid to ask."
"I'll be fine," I assured him.
Parker had returned, before I knew she had left. She was holding a plan white T-shirt.
She handed it to me, and I quickly put it on.
"Goodnight," she said, as Elliot turned off the lights.
Oh God. I hated the dark. When I was little my dad would lock me in a closet for hours. Maybe my fear was stupid, but so was being imprisoned for three hours because I spilled some milk.I tried to sleep, but it just wouldn't come.
I was trying to just lie still with my eyes closed, when I heard the whispers.
"She can't stay here," Nate said.
"She can't go back to her dad either,"Elliot argued," that son of a bitch will kill her."
"What if we just dropped her off near a police station? She can go in and say someone attacked her father, and she got scared and ran away," he thought.
"She could still end up back with her father,"Sophie reminded him,"and what happens when the police want to know who attacked her father, or when they want to know where she was all night? Or when they catch us dropping her off on some security camera?"