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Chapter 10 –
It was Steve and Mickey that came to the school that day, after I had been taken to St. James' hospital by ambulance. They had Adam in custody and were set to charge him with assault.
Broken home, all alone
Broken home, all alone
I woke to see Mickey sitting by my bedside holding my hand stroking my hair softly wanting me to wake.
"Hey bro, long time no see." I coughed as I came to.
"Hey little sis, gave me a righ' ole scare you did!" Mickey smiled and ruffled my hair.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"It's not your fault some thug attacked you, and you'll be pleased to know he'll be charged. Phil has pressed for charges on your behalf."
"Thanks, I think." I muttered. "How is Phil?" I asked
"To be honest? I am not really sure but he does seem angry. I don't know who at though." Mickey replied scratching his head.
"He's been like that for the last couple of days." I coughed again sitting up.
"He's not been…" Mickey paused and I shook my head.
"No" I smiled, not yet.
"Good. It appears things were looking up for you until now." Mickey joked and then suddenly Jack Meadows, who was like a dad to my brother, walked into my room.
"Mickey we've got to go." He signalled to the door.
"Ok Guv. I'll see you soon little one." He ruffled my hair once more, kissed me on the forehead and went towards the door.
"I hope you get better soon Grace." Jack smiled and waved goodbye.
"Thanks bye." I muttered and rolled over to try and get some sleep.
I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth!
I woke suddenly some hours later and found Phil standing in the doorway with Steve sitting to my right. "Hey Grace." Steve greeted warmly and kissed me on the forehead.
"Hey." I whispered and rolled onto my back.
"The school want to know what happened, as do I." Phil growled coming into the room and standing at the foot of my bed.
Broken home
All alone
"Hang on Phil, give her a little time eh?" Steve defended me.
"No it's alright Steve. I've recovered a lot quicker in the past." I said sarcastically.
"That's a good girl." Phil patronized.
"Get out of here Steve; you're technically still on duty!" Phil pointed to the door and Steve left. "Tell me everything." Phil snarled.
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care?
If I'm sad or angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
Did the same to you!
"I bumped into him, he took me to the side of the school and attacked me end of." I snarled back. "Why are you making this out to be my fault?" Why the hell was he acting like this, he'd been fine yesterday it was like today he had flicked a switch and was back to being a bully.
"Don't speak to me like that Grace." He said with malice.
"When can I go back to school?" I asked changing the subject.
"Monday." He replied, "Chris is sorting out the mess you caused and said you aren't to return until next week."
"Ok, next question." I rolled my eyes. "When can I go home?" I asked.
"I presume tomorrow." Phil muttered.
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
Crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
(Push it back inside)
A weak link
I rolled onto my side and sighed, six months of forming a good relationship with Phil and it was all gone in an instant. Why was he being like this? Eventually I shut my eyes and fell asleep regardless of Phil being in the room.
Broken home, all alone
I stayed in the hospital until Thursday and then I was allowed home to re cooperate. Phil left me alone; he was too busy brooding about Kate. They'd split up and he wasn't taking it well, he was angry to say the least. But the thing was Kate dropped the bombshell on him today (Friday); she was pregnant.
Phil is furious, as you'd expect, he already had one daughter and he had to look after me full time it was hardly an ideal situation. He was pushing for her to have an abortion he yelled at her down the phone and I couldn't help but thing sure that's going to make her change her mind! But it's Phil and he doesn't act on compassion.
I hope to God that things calm down here soon, I really do. I don't think I could handle being on the receiving end of Phil's anger after so long without. But I wouldn't put it past him, he's that kind of guy.
I hear the doorbell ring, I creep out of my room and look through the banister railings; it's Steve!
"Phil I've just heard." He began.
"Oh have you now?" Phil slurred, I never thought he'd drink over something like this he may be violent but he wasn't a drunken violent.
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself living in a broken home
How could I tell it?
So all y'all could feel it
Depression strikes hard just like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up, 'bout to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell
Are nonfiction
And you can't take it back cuz it's already done
Suddenly I was forced to cough and my spectating spot was revealed. "GET TO BED NOW!" Phil roared at me and I jumped to it, as I did so I received a sympathetic look from Steve.
"Come on Phil, let's get you some coffee." Steve tried to direct him to the kitchen.
"NO! GET OUT STEVE!" Phil screamed at Steve, I turned and looked at Steve; he was afraid of what Phil might do. Steve's eyes had been empty of fear for so long and the sight scared me.
"Promise me you'll go and sleep it off!" Steve tried to argue but Phil raised his fist and Steve cowered underneath him; I couldn't watch.
Broken home, all alone
"PHIL STOP!" I screamed, for that split second it seemed like a good idea, but the following seconds didn't seem so good.
"ARGH! GET TO YOUR ROOM!" Phil screamed and I stood on the landing not wanting to move.
"Not until Steve leaves." I demanded.
"No Grace!" Steve yelled back at me.
"Go Steve!" I shouted. I stared at him desperately trying to communicate for him to go and eventually he did, much to my relief. At least Steve wouldn't get hurt, he had built himself a life he didn't need to go back to square one.
Can't seem to fight these feelings
Caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
Stuck in between my parents
BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOME!
As for me, I didn't care; I was used to it.