Shattered Life: Chapter 14: Shouts in the Dark

Katrina's POV

I woke up...it was dark outside. "Where am I?" I said in a frail voice.

"You're in a hospital." A voice said in the corner of the cold, dark room.

"Who are you?" I said squinting to see...nothing came into focus.

"Well let me guess...someone you didn't care enough about to have the hospital call to tell me you were lying in a hospital bed." He said in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry dad...it's just...I didn't want to worry you..." I said trying to make my voice sound concerned but it just sounded shaky.

"Worry me?! Do you have any idea how worried I've been for the past 36 hours?!" He said anger filling his voice. I could feel his presence in the room even though I couldn't see him.

"I know and I said I was sorry!" I said snapping back.

"Don't get smart with me young lady!" He snapped back.

"I'm not! I just said I was sorry!" I yelled into the empty but full room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled at me back...everything echoed and bounced off the walls.

"It's not what's wrong with me it's what's wrong with you!" I yelled back at him getting angry myself.

All of a sudden a hand came flying through the dark and hit me. It was hard and it stung my already cut and bruised face. "You listen to me you little bitch! I never ever deserved any of this crap from you! Or your mother for that matter! -"

"Don't bring her in this!" I yelled feeling the spot where he had hit me. It hurt like hell.

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" He said swiping something off the windowsill. When it fell it sounded like glass shattering my life.

"I want you to leave..." I said quietly to myself but loud enough for him to hear.

"What?" He said walking towards me. I could hear his heavy feet against the ground.

"I want you to leave!" I yelled at him.

"No!" He yelled back at me. I could almost feel his body heat he was so close to me.

"I want you to leave!" I yelled at him again.

"Why should I?!"

"Because I said you should!" I screamed. Everything was very quiet and still for a second I could only hear my breathing and his which was still very quiet.

"Fine...but I'll be back." He said grabbing his things and walking out the door.

I don't remember the last time my dad was like that. It had to have been a while. Maybe he snapped because I didn't call him...but I don't think he would get that mad over that... There is something wrong. I'm not sure what but there is.

I felt some more morphine being pumped into my body and I let it slowly crawl me into a deep sleep where I belonged.