Leena ran along the streets of the city. This late at night, there were very few people outside, so no one questioned her. She headed strait for the hospital in order to get her arm put in a cast. But the lack of human concern phased her, ironic since she'd never want to admit her problem.
'Why does this matter,' thought Leena, 'I haven't felt this good since I first started going out with Harry. I'm finally free.'
Leena looked over her shoulder. 'Good, no one is following me. I don't have to worry about being taken back into the jaws of Hell.'
The hospital was not too far away now. She entered its spinning doors, pushing with her good arm. In the blinding light of the waiting room, she put on her glasses before anyone could see her.
Leena walked up to the front desk, and said, "I'd like to make an appointment to have my arm looked at. I think it's broken." She showed the hastily made "cast" that Harry had created to further her point to the receptionist.
"Go up to the ER," she replied, "I'll go call the Orthopedist right away."
Leena complied with the request. Within five minutes, the doctor arrived. He told her to relax, and x-rayed her arm. Satisfied that it was broken, he then proceeded to set it in a cast.
"Now don't get it wet. I'll pencil you in for another check up in two weeks. Maybe you'll be ready to get it off at that time," he stated.
Leena paid her fee, and left. Again she walked the city streets, this time towards Naomi's home. Although the Battered Woman's Shelter would be the logical place, it was where Harry'd expect her to go. She could stay with Naomi until her scars and bruises healed, then go home to her father, and say she and Harry had simply broken up. Naomi and her mom wouldn't tell, they were good at keeping secrets.
Along the rout, Leena saw several couples sitting on park benches or at restaurants. She began to relapse to her time with Harry, and held her head in pain.
"I'll never love again," vowed Leena, "I'm never putting myself in the same situation…"
"…even if I die an old maid."
Finally, she reached Naomi's place. As luck would have it, her friend answered it. Leena wanted her to be the first to know, not her mom. Then, she told her story.
"Can I stay with you?" asked Leena, "I'm afraid Harry will look for me in the shelter, and I don't want my dad or Leon to know."
"I'll talk to mom, but I'm sure it'll be ok," replied Naomi. Then, they went inside.
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I know Leena's acting really OOC, but I'll change that soon. She's just got to get her confidence back.