"No, please, let this be a nightmare," was Kay's first thought the next
morning. Charity and her mother were standing next to her bed with stupid
smiles on their faces and Miguel stood behind them with his eyes focused on
the back of Charity's Bottle-blond head.
"Hi, Kay. How do you feel this morning?" the vapid blond said in a way-too- chipper voice.
Kay smiled evilly. If she has to suffer through the torture that her cousin and mother's presence brought her she was going to enjoy it.
"Well, Charity, thank you so much for asking. I'll tell you how I feel. I feel like crap. I have tubes in my arms, my spleen is missing, it hurts to breath, my head hurts, I have to use a catheter to pee, and now I have to suffer through a visit from you. Your first, might I add." Kay said all this calmly and with a sadistic smile on her face.
Of course, Charity immediately burst into annoying sobs. Grace embraced her and covered her ears as if to keep Kay's words from reaching her.
"Kay, how dare you talk to Charity like that. Apologize to her right now." Grace demanded.
"Okay, Charity I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you are mom's favorite. I really feel for ya'. Of course, I have never actually experienced it myself but I'm sure it must suck. Having to eat her stupid tomato-soup cake and listen to her whine about her fear of …well, everything. I really am sorry for that."
"Oh my goodness, I cannot believe you said that. You little bitch, you better show me some respect." Grace reached out and gripped Kay's arm tightly. Her hand was right over one of Kay's IV entries and Kay could feel the tissue tearing in her arm as her mother's grip strengthened.
"Let me go! You're hurting me. Stop. Let me go!" Kay yelled, trying to yank her arm out of her mother's hold but she couldn't. She was still very weak.
Just as the first tear of pain began to slip down Kay's cheek her father came through the door. When he saw what Grace was doing he came over to her and screamed at her to release Kay. When she didn't, he grabbed Grace's shoulder and locked her in a vice-like grip.
"Grace, what the hell are you doing? Kay is hurt. She was just in a car accident. What is wrong with you?" Sam practically shouted.
"Sam you hurt my arm." Grace replied, completely ignoring what he had just said.
"You have gone too far this time. Come on, I want to talk to you in the hall. Charity, Miguel get out of this room. Mika, I'll be right back. Page a nurse to fix you arm."
Kay nodded numbly and for a second just stared at the blood that had slowly began to drip down her forearm. She finally called the nurse and then went back to staring at the damaged body part.
"How could my own mother do this?" she whispered quietly.
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Outside the room.
Once they left Kay's room, Sam exploded.
"What is wrong with you? Do you know that you could have killed her? That's right. If Kay gets over excited, anxious or afraid she could go into cardiac arrest. Do you realize that you just put your daughter's life in danger?"
"Well, she was being a rude little bit-" Sam quickly placed his hand over her mouth.
"I would suggest that you refrain from calling my daughter names. You do not want me madder than I already am. Now tell me what you think Kay did to prompt your attack on her."
"She said awful things to me. She also said mean things to Charity."
"That's it. I should have known. You had to take care of your precious little Charity. Well, you want to know something, Grace. You get to take care of her for the rest of your life, all by yourself. I have filed for divorce. And don't try to contest it. I'll just take you to court. I'm sure it will be very easy to find you mentally unstable. The papers will be in the mail shortly. In the meantime, I'm getting a restraining order. If you get within 100 feet of either one of my daughters, your butt will be in jail. Oh yeah, stay away from me too." And with that Sam turned and walked away.
"Hi, Kay. How do you feel this morning?" the vapid blond said in a way-too- chipper voice.
Kay smiled evilly. If she has to suffer through the torture that her cousin and mother's presence brought her she was going to enjoy it.
"Well, Charity, thank you so much for asking. I'll tell you how I feel. I feel like crap. I have tubes in my arms, my spleen is missing, it hurts to breath, my head hurts, I have to use a catheter to pee, and now I have to suffer through a visit from you. Your first, might I add." Kay said all this calmly and with a sadistic smile on her face.
Of course, Charity immediately burst into annoying sobs. Grace embraced her and covered her ears as if to keep Kay's words from reaching her.
"Kay, how dare you talk to Charity like that. Apologize to her right now." Grace demanded.
"Okay, Charity I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you are mom's favorite. I really feel for ya'. Of course, I have never actually experienced it myself but I'm sure it must suck. Having to eat her stupid tomato-soup cake and listen to her whine about her fear of …well, everything. I really am sorry for that."
"Oh my goodness, I cannot believe you said that. You little bitch, you better show me some respect." Grace reached out and gripped Kay's arm tightly. Her hand was right over one of Kay's IV entries and Kay could feel the tissue tearing in her arm as her mother's grip strengthened.
"Let me go! You're hurting me. Stop. Let me go!" Kay yelled, trying to yank her arm out of her mother's hold but she couldn't. She was still very weak.
Just as the first tear of pain began to slip down Kay's cheek her father came through the door. When he saw what Grace was doing he came over to her and screamed at her to release Kay. When she didn't, he grabbed Grace's shoulder and locked her in a vice-like grip.
"Grace, what the hell are you doing? Kay is hurt. She was just in a car accident. What is wrong with you?" Sam practically shouted.
"Sam you hurt my arm." Grace replied, completely ignoring what he had just said.
"You have gone too far this time. Come on, I want to talk to you in the hall. Charity, Miguel get out of this room. Mika, I'll be right back. Page a nurse to fix you arm."
Kay nodded numbly and for a second just stared at the blood that had slowly began to drip down her forearm. She finally called the nurse and then went back to staring at the damaged body part.
"How could my own mother do this?" she whispered quietly.
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Outside the room.
Once they left Kay's room, Sam exploded.
"What is wrong with you? Do you know that you could have killed her? That's right. If Kay gets over excited, anxious or afraid she could go into cardiac arrest. Do you realize that you just put your daughter's life in danger?"
"Well, she was being a rude little bit-" Sam quickly placed his hand over her mouth.
"I would suggest that you refrain from calling my daughter names. You do not want me madder than I already am. Now tell me what you think Kay did to prompt your attack on her."
"She said awful things to me. She also said mean things to Charity."
"That's it. I should have known. You had to take care of your precious little Charity. Well, you want to know something, Grace. You get to take care of her for the rest of your life, all by yourself. I have filed for divorce. And don't try to contest it. I'll just take you to court. I'm sure it will be very easy to find you mentally unstable. The papers will be in the mail shortly. In the meantime, I'm getting a restraining order. If you get within 100 feet of either one of my daughters, your butt will be in jail. Oh yeah, stay away from me too." And with that Sam turned and walked away.