Hey! So, life got in the way. And over three years later and I finally decide to continue this. I'm assuming that most of my readers who used to read this forgot about this story and forgot about me and I'm not expecting really any reviews. But, I hated how I left this and I thought "hmm, better late than never." So, three years later, here is the next update.
Lay down with me,
Let me hold you, baby, just breathe.
This is ending,
We will get through eventually.
I groan as I slowly open my eyes. The florescent lights blind me. I look around, dazed and confused.
"Where am I?" I try to say, but my throat is so dry that nothing comes out except, what sounds like a frog croaking. I hear rustling and footsteps running towards me.
"Oh my God. Thank the Lord. Caitlyn, you're awake." I rub my eyes and see disheveled image of Danny standing above me. I looked at him, not positive as to what was going on. He kneeled beside me and wiped his eyes before grabbing hold of my hand, "I thought I was going to lose you."
I smiled slightly because I wasn't sure what else I was suppose to do. I motioned to a glass of water beside the bed I was laying in. Danny handed it to me right as a woman dressed in blue scrubs came walking in. that's when I knew. I was in the hospital. Then I started to remember why.
I was in the hospital because I took pills.
I took pills because I wanted to die.
I wanted to die because my dad raped me.
My dad raped me.
He raped me.
Raped.
I shivered and started crying. Danny kissed my hand as the nurse checked all the beeping machines that surrounded me. "Shhh." Danny whispered, "You're safe now. Nothing will ever hurt you again, okay?" I nodded and looked at him.
"How did I get here?" I asked him. I tried to remember. I remembered calling him. I remember taking the pills. I remember that I felt sick, and eventually my world was dark. Then I woke up in a hospital room. What happened between was a mystery to me.
"I brought you here," he whispered, "I was too upset to go to school, so I skipped. I was in the shower when you called. I listened to your message as soon as I got out. I didn't waste a minute before speeding to your house. When I got there, you were lying, practically lifeless, on your bed. I scooped you up and ran you here. I haven't left since."
The nurse adjusted the IV tubing in my arm, "You've got a great boyfriend." She said, smiling at me. I opened my mouth to correct her, but Danny put his finger over my lips.
Once the nurse left, I looked at Danny. "You should have let me die." I whispered.
Danny's eyes filled up with tears at those words, "No." He said, his voice louder, "Don't even say that."
"But, I wanted to." I said through my tears, "I can't… no more." I choked on my tears and pulled my hand out of Danny's.
"Caitlyn," he whispered, "Your dad can't hurt you anymore. The police are looking for him."
I gasped, "No." I yelled, "They won't be able to find him! Then he'll find me and do something worse. He'll kill me and kill you. Danny, no." I was starting to hyperventilate and Danny grabbed my hand again.
"Caitlyn, no." He said softly, "He won't be able to. If they don't catch him, you'll still be safe. You'll be in the hospital for a few more days and then we'll go somewhere, okay? Anywhere you want. Just you and me. We can change your name and he'll never find us. You'll never hurt again. You'll be safe."
I cried harder and squeezed his hand tightly, "Danny," I whispered, "He's smart. That won't work."
"Yes, it will." he whispered, "I won't let him touch you ever again. I swear."
I nodded even though I knew that Danny couldn't promise me that, even though I knew my dad would be back only to hurt me more. However, I didn't have the strength to argue with Danny. I just wanted to sleep. But I couldn't. not with the memory of what had happened to me the night before. Not with the feeling of invasion and disrespect. "Danny?" I whispered. He looked at me, but when I opened my mouth to tell him nothing came out. I looked away, "Never mind." I said instead.
Danny shook his head and looked sternly at me, "What is it?"
I knew I couldn't tell him. That would hurt him more, and I thought that if I didn't say anything the memory would just go away. But, I had to say something. I couldn't just ignore Danny. So I opened my mouth and spoke.
"I love you."
Anyways, if you read this, thanks. Leave a review and if I know I still have readers, then I'll update. If not, then oh well, at least I tried.(:
Thanks!
Kenzie.
