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Kaz's POV.

I stood up and tried to avoid looking at Horace, after everything he had just seen I didn't think I'd ever be able to look at him again. I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to smile at Oliver then turned towards Horace but kept my eyes on something else next to him so I didn't have to look him directly in the eyes, "Can I go home for tonight...considering everything that just happened?"

Horace went silent and I waited for him to talk, nervous of his response. I didn't need everyone on my back about it. "...I'm not going to force you to stay here," Horace started "but I do think you'll be safer. I think if you go home for tonight you'll be fine. Right?" he said, I wasn't sure myself but I couldn't deal with staying at the hospital for the night.

"Yeah, I can handle it." I assured him.

Horace nodded with a sigh and I breathed out my own sigh trying to convince myself that it was relief. As I walked out of the hospital I knew Oliver would question Horace later but all I could do was hope that Horace would say nothing. Halfway to home part of me started to regret leaving Mighty Med but I shook off the feelings and tried to convince myself that it would be fine and that my father wouldn't be drunk.

As soon as I got to my house, I knew he was already home I could hear the drone of the TV from outside the door. Dread filled my whole body and I sucked in a breath as I reached out and pushed the door open, cautiously I looked around and I couldn't see any sign that he was around, so I continued on. Closing the door behind me quietly, and walking lightly to get to my bedroom I made sure to not make any noise because I didn't want any conflict. I made it to my room safely and sighed with relief but my relief was short lived, when I turned around he was there and even with the distance between us I could still smell the alcohol on him. He stood up when he saw me and gave me an all too familiar smirk, this isn't going to end well, he took a few steps closer with and empty bottle in one of his hands.

I knew what was happening, I knew I was doomed, and I knew pain was in my immediate future. I stepped back, pressing my body flat against my room door, he raised his hand and I flinched, my whole body tensing before the blow even came. I felt the glass connect to the side of my head and I fell down. There was a horrible throbbing in my head and I couldn't think straight, that pain soon was intensified by the hard blow that came to my stomach and I felt like throwing up as I struggled to get in a breath. Above me the room rang out with his laughing and below the ground shook with it, so maybe leaving Mighty Med wasn't the best idea after all but I could handle him like I always did.

His foot aimed for my arm which was lifted to protect me head but his foot connect with only part of my arm while another smaller part of his foot connected with my head as I tried to muffle a scream. The throbbing in my head intensified and I had to close my already throbbing eyes to stop the room from spinning so much, I could already feel the bruises and the black eye forming. Black eyes were harder to hide then bruises on the arms, sides, or legs were but I could always use make up and then no one would notice. For a moment he stopped the beating and I heard him curse I quickly found out why, there was blood starting to stain the carpet.

The silence that came from the the man over me was odd. I couldn't truly feel my body, all the normal senses were blocked by the pain coming from my body and the hard throbbing from my head. I stared down at the dripping blood, and for a moment I didn't even know where it was coming from. I took painful breath in and blinked, smelling blood and tasting the coppery flavor of it. My nose was bleeding a bit, but the blood a saw couldn't have been from that. Suddenly I felt nauseous the dizziness caught me and pulled me down, hard. Then I felt it, the warm liquid running down the side of my face.

There was a yell above me but I wasn't paying enough attention to know who it was or what they said. Before I knew it I was falling into unconsciousness. When I woke up my father was no longer above me, it wasn't dark anymore, and I was still on the floor with dried blood on my face. I stood up slowly and painfully limped to the bathroom to clean myself up, when I finally made it downstairs I was greeted to an empty couch which meant dad had left and I was free for the next few hours. What would happen if I went to Mighty Med? It wasn't a school day.

Going to Mighty Med had it's pro and cons. Con, I looked awful, and that wan't good for Horace's suspicions. Pro, again, I looked awful, I could get fixed up a little. My whole midsection was killing me, the bruises hurt like hell. My head too felt awful, and I had a stinging headache. No wonder. I got hit in the head with a bottle. I decided to take my phone out and text Oliver to see if he was going to be there. It would be better if he wasn't, he would flip out. I waited for a moment and then sighed with relief when Oliver texted me back saying he wasn't going today because he had to finish some homework the teachers had given. The only other problem was how to explain these bruises and cuts to Horace, maybe I could convince him a bully had jumped me rather then my dad. Would he believe me though? Probably not but going to Mighty Med was better then going to an actual hospital where my dad would figure out about the visit and freak out even more.

With a sigh I realized that Mighty Med was my best and really my only choice right now I'd just have to make sure that Horace didn't become too suspicious about the bruises and cuts. Slowly I made my way out the door and too the hospital where Mighty Med was located I'd go to Horace and avoid Skylar if she was there I just hoped that I'd be able to make it to Mighty Med without passing out. Every few minutes I'd stop to catch my breath and when I finally did make it to Mighty Med I was clutching my side and panting heavily feeling like I was about to pass out. I quickly made my way in but immediately bumped into someone, that little bump was enough to jostle my brain and make me sway on my feet I almost fell but a pair of arms caught me. The world started going dark and my eye lids grew heavy I leaned against the person holding me.

"Kaz?"

I didn't respond, I couldn't, I was slowly loosing consciousness but I heard the person above me yelling out orders to other people I couldn't understand what they were saying. Slowly my eyes closed, I went limp into the person arms, and finally I drifted into the dark, waiting arms, of unconsciousness.

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