Okay hope you like haha chapter 10 EnJoY thanks for the reviews let me know what you think regardless if you like it or not i like feedback but i already know i probably have grammer problems even though i have proofread this i am no english major so
Chapter 10
Fathers are utterly hopeless when it comes to the pursuits of collecting suitable clothing for their teenage daughters; well at least my father fails every time. Great at the effort part, he can have credit for that. On the topic of jeans he brought me a pair with a slightly smaller than my waist size, a pair I only kept around case I might actually lose some of the weight I gained in the past year and a half. They use to be my favorite jeans but not so much anymore since when I put them on I feel like they are a second skin and the button digs into my hip bones. The t-shirt or should I say shirts range from a tank top to a large bulky sweater. The other two shirts fit my request of an actual t-shirt, great for following that part of the clothes-gathering escapade.
"Thanks Dad but did you have to bring me so many shirts to choose from?" I grumble holding each shirt up trying to decide which would actually allow me to leave the button on my jeans unbuttoned.
"I expect you to put all of those shirts on, and I am buying you a coat." He says ordering me slightly and making my anger rush to the surface. I hate when I am ordered around, my dad never saw a problem with the no coat deal before as long as I didn't complain, he looked the other way. If I got sick a comment or two would be said, but since I rarely have taken ill the random cold never bothered either of us very long.
"I will wear all of these but if you try and force a coat down my throat it will end up missing, I do not wear coats." I grumble grabbing my clothes readying to get up, but realizing I still had the stupid IV in my arm.
I look at it and glance up at my father who is watching me warily, I make a swift move to pull the needle out of my arm, but my wrist is caught mid-air by my father.
"Don't!" His voice stern this time and very close to my ear making it much louder.
I scowl at him and press the nurse call button about 6 times and my father drops my wrist but still watches me. It takes about 30 seconds for a nurse to arrive and about 2 seconds after that she is scolding me for pushing the button repeatedly when there is not an emergency.
"Take this needle out of my arm please." I huff through clenched teeth remembering at the last second to try polite, but my tone is hardly nice.
"My daughter is a little agitated today I would like to apologize for her rude behavior…it would be very helpful if you would assist my daughter in removal of her IV before I half to watch her rip it from her arm herself." My dad explains with the most sincere and polite voice he can muster without totally giving up his tone of condemnation.
The nurse looks at my father in an almost sympathetic glance and then coolly turns her gaze to me in a not so friendly perusal. Her movements are quick and professional as she removes the needle and tape from my arm, I bet I would have hurt myself much more with my shaky hands. If ever in the situation again I should remember that nurses know what they are doing, despite the lengthy time it takes to actually allow the job to be done correctly near painlessness is always tempting.
I rip my arm from her grasp the second the needle is out and I head towards the bathroom, clothing in hand. Getting all of the clothes on was a hassle and not entirely practical but I would humor my dad, he seems to be having a bad day. I guess it is the least I can do for the poor guy, I mean it is my fault he is stressed out. I look somewhat appropriate when I step out of the bathroom, but I roll my eyes at the doctor who is talking with my father. I smile, okay it is a fake one, but I can't be too happy about seeing the people who think I am a Looney toon.
I am officially released from the hospital, stupid wheelchair and all, carted down the hall like I am still a patient, would have been fun if the nurse would have let me pop a wheelie or something. Slow and steady gets me out of here I keep repeating as we near the door. My prescription in hand my father guides me to the passenger seat in the truck, and the hospital is gone and I don't ever want to return.
"Let's head over to the store to get your prescription filled and while the pharmacy is doing that we can stop over at the grocery store for some of that food you like to eat." My father says and I just sit in my seat and repress the comment I so want to make. Waste money on pills I don't need, I can think of much I would rather spend the money on other than antipsychotic medication, given that I am perfectly healthy and definitely not depressed.
"Okay." I grumble, "But I am not going in there." I say adamantly.
My father just sighs, glances at me, and proceeds to get out of the car at the pharmacy by himself. I flip the radio looking for something loud and with a heavy beat to drown out the pure antagonistic thoughts in my head. The keys dangling at the steering column call out to me, 'hey slide over here and crack me, start the truck and take off', yet some how I refrain and divert my attention else where. It isn't as hard as I thought seeing as I start to watch the gray clouds roll through the hazy sky. It is probably going to rain again why else does it do around here.
The door slamming startles me, the music is turned almost silent, and my father starts the truck back up. The grocery store is down the road a bit, small is what the store is. A total of 8 small isles and an even smaller produce and meat area. My dad snakes a cart and I start to throw random things into it as we walk up and down the tiny store. I will have to find something larger if I am going to live here. Fork's grocery is just not gonna cut it for my shopping needs. 80 bucks later and a cart load of food we are off and back on the road to our humble abode, after the dreaded stop back at the pharmacy that is.
The next day my father takes off early leaving orders that I stay inside and rest. Rest like I really need rest. A note sits on the kitchen table underneath my bottle of pills, 'Don't forget to take these!'. I roll my eyes, open the bottle and pour the tiny little pills into my hand. Tiny little pills, directions to take one in the morning, hmmm, guess I missed that time frame. I take one and put it into my jeans pocket and place the lid back on the bottle. I will not be medicating myself with these mind altering tablets, nope that will not work.
I mindlessly tried to work through some homework, first in my bedroom and then on the front room floor, both with no progress being made. Question on of the chapter review for biology, still unanswered and the answer plain as day in the first sentence of the chapter but yet I still failed to write it down. What is wrong with me? My brain is mush? All I can think of is going outside, probably because I was told not to. The trees out back seem to call to me at every glance, the wind wants to lap at my skin, the rain wants to chill my flesh, and the drops want to dampen my hair. The very thought of my father suddenly catching me outside against his blatant orders to stay inside has had me pausing with my hand on the door 6 or 7 times today. It is not like I have never gone against my father's wishes but hell the look on his face yesterday is still very fresh in my mind.
A knock at the door has me rushing across the house and flinging it open, relieved to have something to pull me away from the lure of the outdoors and everything forbidden. My smile falls as I pull the door open and Collin and Brady's faces are smiling at me from behind the front screen door.
"Hi." I manage to spit out from my darker mood just now induced by the two boys. Should have expected at least Collin he told me yesterday he would be by after school, figures he would bring a friend. No one wants to face a grumpy possibly sick girl alone.
"Hi." Collin says but Brady just nods hello.
I open the door wider and step back not wanting to be rude and leave the two boys on the front steps in the wind and rain. Even I am not that mean, most of the time. The follow me into the living room where my biology books are spread out in a wide disarray.
"Look like you were having loads of fun before we stopped by?" Collin says eyeing my attempts at schoolwork.
"Actually never really got passed the first question." I say sheepishly.
The both chuckle and take a seat on the furniture. Brady choosing my father's recliner while Collin opts for the sofa, thus making me join him, but on the opposite end farthest from him is where I sit.
"Feeling better?" Collin asks.
"No, I have been told to stay inside, my dad thinks I will melt if I go out in the cold." I explain, "So the only thing I have wanted to do all day is go outside just to spite him, who cares if I don't actually have anything to do out there."
"Problem with authority?" Brady asks amusement ringing loudly in his voice and the smile on his face.
"Something like that…"
"So are you grounded or something like that?" Collin asks and looks around the room.
"Nope, if I was grounded this is the last place I would be, my dad knows better than to do that, only went down that road once." I laugh remembering the one and only time I was ever grounded. My dad didn't see me for an entire month that summer, good thing it wasn't during the school year, he would have known where to find me. Don't get me wrong I called home, told him I was safe and had a roof over my head, but not where I was exactly. The first week he was pissed, the next he was getting worried and by the end of the month, he was just glad that I was safely home. We had a long discussion about rules and safety including why I was not going to ever disappear for a month again. I guess he is pretty cool dad for not calling the cops to find me, but I have a feeling he knew exactly where I was, adults tend to talk to each other when they know something is up. Teenage drama, not something dad's deal with very well.
Both boys eye me warily after that comment but make no further attempts to delve any deeper into the reasons why my dad doesn't ground me. Uncomfortable silence follows, the three of us sitting there twiddling our thumbs, no not literally I have not desire to learn or even attempt to twiddle my thumbs or any other finger. The whole idea of twiddling together in tandem with two others is plain stupid, let alone beyond laughable.
"So, Keylee where are you from? Do you like it here so far? Why did you move?" Brady asks suddenly probably trying to fill the silence.
"Ummm, none of your business, Are all your friends so nosy?" I ask. "First Paul, then Jake, and now you…Do you give them a list of things to do or ask to annoy me before hand or are your friends just naturally a bunch of curious cats?" I comment rather rudely.
They both chuckle either at my words or in uneasiness. Either way I wasn't going to answer their questions.
"Sorry." I hear Brady mumble.
"What is with you and questions, every time you go on the defensive and bite the heads off of anyone who asks. I guess I will just have to keep on asking until you give me a different response." Collin muses probably more to himself than to me, I could care less what he does, I hardly see him.
They stay a few more minutes before excuses are made for them to leave.
"Here, In case you lost my number here it is again…call me." He says with a grin before heading out the door. I of course take the stupid paper, my hand grasping it against my brains will. I look down at the piece of paper in my hand and all I have time to do is gasp and gape at the numbers before I feel the urgent need to sit down.
The number I held in my hand was the very same number I had called for my Spanish lesson. I had called Collin's dad for Spanish help. I drop the piece of paper on he floor beside the couch where I had sat down, my head falls to my hands and the sight of the floor slowly becomes unfocused as I stare at it intently. The feeling doesn't pass, the horror of the entire situation settles in but doesn't go away. Collin must have known, his dad must have known, it was really him on the phone the last time I called.
I don't know how long the carpeted floor filled my vision but the next sound I heard was my dad opening the front door, which instinctively brings me out of my staring contest with the blurry floor covering.
"Evening Dad…" I say but trail off eyeing the large department store bag in his hand.
He smiles handing me the bag, "I got you some things today." He states watching my reaction.
"You didn't." I say horrified at what I would find in the overly large bag now resting in my hands.
I tentatively peak inside and find one thing that will never last long in my possession and several other happier garments which I will make some use of. I smile and pull out several different colors of the same thermal long sleeved shirt, green, blue, red, yellow, black, and grey. I drop the bag and clutch the new shirts to my chest and look up at my dad.
"Thanks for the shirts dad." I walk away but am stopped with a firm hand on my shoulder.
"I think you forgot something." He says and I hear him pulling the puffy coat from the bag. A down puffball coat, which would be very restricting and all together not something I am going to wear, at least not more than once. "Do you like the color, they only had pink or green and I didn't think pink would be your first choice so here try it on for me."
I grudgingly take the offensive garment and pull the sleeves over my arms. My arms jut out and I feel all penguin-y and stiff. I smile at him and take the coat off as quickly as I can. "It fits." I say and toss it on the hook by the door and head upstairs to take a closer look at my new shirts, great for layering, now why would I need a coat if I have all these.