Chapter Two: A Notebook Fixes Everything.

I woke up three hours later to the sound of loud noises. I groaned and stuffed my face in my pillow. My head was still booming from my dad's latest attack. I listened more closely to identify the sound. Police cars. Great.

I rubbed my eyes. I went to kick my covers off, but instead my sheets were thrown off me. Crap. Had I gotten up to late? Were they already in the house? I peeked an eyes open and saw it was only my dad. Not that my dad was any better than the police.

"Stop your wining, bitch, or you'll give us away. Do you want them to take me away and send you to live with some crazy relative?" Yes. That sounds a hell of a lot better than living here and eventually dying young.

He slapped me hard and pulled me out of bed. I don't have a choice, I have to follow him. I tried to tug away, but it earned me an extra beating. By this point, he had dragged me all the way down the hall. I squeezed my eyes shut. Just make it stop. "Damn it, Rose! Your not blind! Closing your eyes won't fucking fix anything!" He kicked me in the legs. I fell to the floor and couldn't choke back a scream.

At that moment, the door bust open. A man and a woman came in, guns in hands. My whole body was shaking. I couldn't do anything but stare at them. They started shouting things at my dad, but I couldn't concentrate on any of it. Everything was going blurry, and then black.

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My head was throbbing worse then before. I opened my eyes slowly. I was used to being in hospitals. I know if I open my eyes too quickly, I'll be blinded.

When I opened my eyes I saw a woman sitting in one of the chairs. Her chair was close to the bed and she had a notebook laying on her lap. Do I know her? I stared at her confused for a few minutes before it all started coming back to me. Oh.. She was the woman who banged the door down.

"Hey, Rose. Do you mind if I call you that?" The woman whispered to me. I felt too weak to reply so I just shook my head. I don't mind. People call me Rose all the time. "Can you tell me what happened?"

I pinned my mouth closed. Should I tell her? I was afraid to open my mouth. The second I do, it will all pour out. I wasn't sure if I should trust her.

Silence.

The woman nodded. "I understand that you don't want to tell me, Rose. I didn't expect you to. This is exactly what I was expecting." Is that a good thing? "You don't have to tell me what's going on. Just tell me one thing." Maybe I could do that. "Tell me: Do you feel safe there?"

Didn't she see what I went through? Did it look like I felt safe there? I took a deep breath. "N-No." I turned my head after I said that. I couldn't look at her face.

"Do you have any family you could stay with?" She asked. Oh no. I knew I shouldn't have answered her. It's too late now. I already said it.

"I-I have an aunt. She doesn't live too far away." NO. I did NOT just say I'd want to live with my crazy aunt. She's.. She's... CRAZY.

The woman was jotting all this down on a piece of paper. "Do you know her number?" I sighed and took the pen from her. I wrote down the number then shakily handed the pen back to her. The woman scanned the paper over.

"Alright, looks like it's all settled." The woman got up, forgetting her notebook on the table. She saw me eyeing it. "I want you to keep that. Write in it everyday." Isn't that what girly-girl's call a diary? I hate diaries! Now I have to keep one?!

I didn't get too tell her that. She was already off. How does a notebook fix everything?