Chapter 11

In bed

Daring's POV

I waited for Mom to come back. She had been gone for awhile. I wanted my juice. And my ice was warm. Should I call someone to get me another one?

"Daring?" Lizzie had come back.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"I didn't mean to. I get mad and I don't know how-" She started again.

"Stay away from me!" I never wanted to see her again. As much as I hate to admit it, but the doctor said I had to, she scared me. A lot. I was abused. She hurt me.

"Ok." My ex-girlfriend left.

"Daring, sorry it took me so long. I was trying to find your brother, but I couldn't. I was hoping he could help. Here. Oh, is the icepack warm?" Mom took the pack away and gave me my juice.

"Thanks." I drank it.

"Just rest today." She told me.

"Ok." I set the cup on my nightstand.

"I'll be outside. I need to make some calls." She went to the living room part of the dorm and probably sat on the couch. I yawned and tried to get comfortable.

Daring's POV End