"Miss? Excuse me, Miss?" Summer opened her brown eyes wearily as they adjusted to the bright light of strip lights above her head. She sat up quickly, but then laid back down again as she felt the pain in her stomach.
"Miss, can you hear me?" The voice became irritating as it rattled on. Summer looked up to the doctor who was hovering over her. She placed a hand on her head, feeling the beads of sweat trickle over her newly manicured hand.
"Yes, yes I can." She replied, practically whispering. "What the hell am I doing in here?" The doctor shook his head as he perched on the edge of her bed, wooden clipboard in hand.
"I'm afraid we have some bad news, Miss Roberts. . ." The doctors droning voice was tuned out by a buzzing in Summer's head, and she felt the dull pain return in her brain, pounding at every breath she took. Her mind swirled as she began shaking against the hospital bed, now completely blacked out. She was vaguely aware of the doctor shouting for help, but it was too late now. She began shaking violently as tears ran down her cheeks, falling to the floor. She pounded her head against the cold, hard floor, anything to get rid of the immense pain. Summer rose up, and screamed at the ceiling…What the hell was happening to her? She drew a deep breath, and fell to the floor again, panting. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fainted once again, world blacking out like the priest closing a coffin. Her mind swirled, and somehow her hand managed to drag herself back on to the cold, hard bed, so she could pass out in dignity.
"Summer, are you home?" A 10 year old Summer lay curled up underneath her bed, shivering and breathing fast. "Summy!" She could hear him shouting up the stairs and shut her eyes tightly, pretending this was all a nightmare. It's only a nightmare, that's what mummy used to say. Just a nightmare . . .a terribly real, cold nightmare. The mattress springs were digging into her brown-haired head. She could feel the sweat dripping down the side near her temple, and inside her heart was clenched. SUMMER!" She started shaking uncontrollably. Footsteps pounded on the wooden staircase and Summer heard a strong hand grip the doorknob. The door opened, banged onto the wall, nearly pulling it off of its hinges, and long, heavy footsteps banged into the carpeted floor. She began praying . .Please . . .help me Mummy . . Why did you leave, Mummy? You said you would never let anything hurt me . . . .She peeped out, and was greeted by a pair of stone-cold blue eyes. She tried to scream, but his calloused, rough hand grabbed her face, stopping her. He slapped her hard, seeming to get evil joy out of it. Again, again, again until her face was so numb she couldn't even feel it, but she knew she would have to creep into mummy's bathroom in the morning to use her make-up to cover-up the red weal that would be left. He withdrew his hand, and sneered in her face.
"Where's Mummy now, my pretty little baby? Huh, where is she? WHERE IS SHE?" He shook her head, bashing it against the hard metal of the bed frame. He grabbed her hair and tied it to the post, her face scrunched up in pain, face jerked back as he secured the knot. She turned away holding her head in her hands. "Hey, LOOK AT ME, look at me when I am talking you little bitch! She ain't coming back! She ain't coming back." He sneered his upper lip at her, jeering at her, squeezing her face.
"Who are you gonna run too now? WHO? No-one loves you, Summer! They all HATE you. And its all YOUR fault. Your fault you little slut!" His face was next to hers, and she could smell gin on his breath, the alcohol affecting her. He punched her in the stomach, and she doubled over.
"Did that hurt? Does widdle Summer need her mommy!" He taunted her, using his strength against her. She began to scream as he choked her throat, grabbing his hand to try and pull it off. "What do you say, Summer? Pwetty pwees? Say it! SAY IT!" She was crying, the tears affecting her vision. "Leave … leave me… alone." She whispered, her vocal chords hurting as she tried to speak. "Leave me alone! LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME ALONE . . . ."
A/N:ok, that was pretty intense. I'm really sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I have been really busy. I wasn't planning on updating, but then I thought of this really good twist to the story, and I HAD to write it….once again R&R