Two weeks later she finally wakes up.
Brookes point of view~
I sit up slowly looking around this place that I am in. The world is blurry and bright. This isn't my house, this isn't like any of the places he took me after he went to far. As I look at my arm I see casts, my leg is in a carrier, my arm in a cast, my head bandaged, my eyes are puffy, my face bruised, and my lip busted. The door begins to open and a woman around twenty-two walks in. She seems familiar but then again I'm not sure.
As she comes closer I began to sink into an old memory. I'm five years old, before my father changed, my mom is sitting at the counter, my dad behind her, and there is another person in the room. He's about eleven and he's crying, I don't know whats going on but my dad walks over to me and picks me up kissing me on the forehead and telling me he loves me. The boy is my brother, Clay, he takes me from my father and brings me into the other room to watch TV. Less than a year later Clay left, I remember the day, my dad's brother, my uncle Tony picked him up and left. I never saw Clay again. This woman is the same age Clay would have been, I haven't thought about him in years, he left almost ten years ago. Dad started hitting me not much later, before Clay left we were a family, after we were a never ending war.
The woman came closer, I knew she wasn't a doctor, she was wearing blue jeans and a black tee. She introduced herself as Quinn Anders, I immediately thought she was a social service inspector but I was wrong. We talked for a while, and then another person came in this time it was a man about the same age as Quinn. He was accompanied by two other adults. A man and a woman about the same age as my mother, as I looked closer I recognized them as my aunt Lydia and my uncle James.
Lydia walked up to me with tears in her eyes and wrapped me in a hug James joined in they cried while I just wondered what was going on.
"Brooke theres some one you need to meet." James's voice was soft and calm, his face looked older than I remembered. I haven't seen him since the summer my father started hitting me, that was ten years ago. The second man came up as James was saying this. Lydia had her arms wrapped around Quinn, James opened his mouth to talk but I knew what he was going to say.
"Brooke, this is…" I didn't let him continue I knew who this guy was.
"Clay" James and Lydia looked at each other. James was going to talk but I had to go first. "Clay Davis, my big brother, how sweet of you to show up!" yeah I was a little angry! Clay had been gone for eleven years, he could have saved me but he wasn't there, because he left me alone with that man. "Do you expect me to jump joy and be all happy that your back? I'm sorry I cant be, If you haven't noticed I am incapable to do so and probably will be for a while. You know what? I don't believe your Clay."
"B, its…" again I cut him off.
"Don't you dare call me that! You want to know why I don't believe that you're Clay?" He nodded and I continued. "Because you're here. My amazing older brother Clay abandoned me when I was five years old. He hasn't called or visited since he left me. The next year my father, the guy I was supposed to worship, started beating me and I had no one! And now ten years later a man shows up in my hospital room claiming to be my brother, but heres the thing, I don't have a brother, I haven't for ten years!"
Clay was visibly upset by my words, and I was glad. He needed to know how I felt. And that was it, truth was, for eleven years I had been waiting for my brother to show up and save me but he never did. I was jealous of him, he escaped and I couldn't.
"I'm sorry Brooke, when I left it was because of what he did to me, never once did I even think that he would do it to you! I left so I could protect you."