I found out later on that day that my mom, Ryan, and I had been abused. By our father of all people. Correction, Ryan and my father and my mom's husband. That day in the hospital I had woken up fist. I looked around the room and it killed me to see what I saw. My mom was in a bed with bandages around her head, sleeping, I hoped. Ryan was in a bed beside mine also asleep. Ryan and I weren't bandaged or hurt too badly, because we only has a few cuts and bruises, none too severe.
Ryan and I, like you know, had been hiding in our room at the time when mom had been practically beaten up and thrown against the wall. Then our father came over to us. He found our room and burst into the door just as we burst into tears. (A/N: Don't you just want to kick David's butt for doing this?) He grabbed my arm and Ryan's arm. All I remember was flying, at least I think, across the room, colliding with…something, and then everything was black.
Here's what I remember after I woke up:
.:FLASHBACK:.
I slowly opened me eyes, but quickly shut them again because there was a huge bright light shining in my face. Then I tried to sit up, but couldn't. It hurt too much. I whimpered in as this sharp pain shot through my body. At the same time that happened, Ryan shot up out of his sleep, gasping for air.
"S'arpay? W-what's going on?" he gasped. "I woke up to this…feeling. I don't know what it was. It hurts, though."
"I…don't kn—" Then I stopped. Did he just say he woke up to this…feeling? The same time that pain shot through me? I was confused. And I hurt. I didn't try to move because I was scared that it would hurt too much. I held back tears because, maybe, just maybe, if I did cry, that would hurt too. I didn't like the pain.
Then we could hear the nurse talking to the witness.
"So you heard screaming and crashing within the household?"
"Yes," the man said. It sounded like Mr. Connor, our neighbor.
"Then you called 911, right, Mr. Connor?" So it was.
"Yes. While I was calling, I saw a man run from the house and speed away in his car."
"Is that all you know?" He nodded.
"Yes."
"Thank you. You may be dismissed." Our dad had escaped.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
Nobody ever found our dad again. Ryan and I were only five years old at the time so we couldn't do anything. My mom did everything she could to try and find him, but we think that he fled the country. He was sure to be back someday to finish what he started.
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