Hey guys just want to say that my heart goes out to Orlando and the gay,lesbian,trans communities. I myself am Bi and if you don't know what that means it means I like girls and your against that you can stop reading my book cause I really don't care. I'M LOUD AND PROUD! *ahem* ON WITH THE STORY!
" You do not know how much I have missed you my son!" He exclaims as he backs away from my face. I'm still shaking from fear as he goes on exclaiming on how he's so happy to see me.
As time goes on I sensed that he was drunk because he's mood would change. One minute he's so happy to see me the next he's slapping me. This process went on for a while, until I hear screaming and yelling in the other room. My dad backs away from my bloody, swollen face and looks at the door behind him. The police then bust into the door my dad pulls out a gun and points it at my head saying that if they get any closer that he'll shoot me. As the police tell him to put down the gun he shoots me in my amputated leg. Searing, hot pain goes through my leg. The police have had enough with this and they shoot dad with a tranquilizer. As my dad is passed out on the floor the paramedics run through the door and take me to the ambulance. I look around to see my adoptive family and strangers looking horrified for my sake.
As I awaken I'm greeted to pain I wince, but not yell, refusing to show weakness. I stare at the cealing waiting for someone to come in. Soon enough a nurse walks in rushing away to get the doctor. A minute passes then the doctor walks in the door. He asks my multipule questions, and of course the first one is if i'm in any pain, no I feel like sunshine and rainbows. After all the boring questions the doctor finally says that I can leave in a minumum of 3 weeks then I get to go somewhere cause he didn't tell me where i'm going to live.