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Brooke awoke to her alarm clock she slightly lifted her head from the comforts of the pillow. The clocks digital lights blinked in succession with high pitch beeps. She felt as if the alarm was mocking her and reminding her that she only got four hours of sleep.
She hit the power button, ceasing the beeps. Brooke flung back her covers causing cool air to rush to her body. She got off her bed and looked down at her ruffled bed sheets wishing she could climb back in surround herself with warmth and more sleep, but she had a lot of things to do. She took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes, before heading down to the kitchen.
Brooke entered the kitchen and saw Jane sitting at the counter, sipping her coffee. Jane looked up from her reading to see Brooke standing, unsure of what to do.
"Good morning, Brooke," Jane smiled and took another sip of coffee. "I called the school to let them know what's going on. They told me that you can stay home today if you would like."
"Yeah, I think I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I went to school today," Brooke walked over to the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup.
"I was just about to go see Sam. Did you want to come with?" Jane got up from her seat.
"I was thinking about stopping by later, after meeting up with someone," Brooke sat down where Jane had just vacated.
"Oh, ok no need to rush on over she will be one more night. The doctor wanted her to have a psych consult plus they want to keep her under observation. Apparently her body has low levels of something I can't recall now," Jane said while washing her breakfast dishes. Jane dried off her hands. "Well I'll be going, see you later," Jane gave Brooke a motherly kiss on the cheek and left Brooke in the kitchen with her mug of coffee.
Brooke continued to sit and drink her coffee contemplating her schedule of the day. She decided to see if Becca wanted to meet up and talk. She drained the last drop of liquid caffeine out of her cup before going to her room to grab her phone.
She found the number in her cell phone and hit send. She prayed that Becca had decided to not go to school today either. On the fifth ring a cheery voice answered.
"Hey there hot stuff," Becca voice said through the phone.
"Um…ok...?" Brooke was put back by the greeting.
"Brooke? Is that you?" Becca's cheery voice changed to concern and uncertainty.
"Yeah it's me," Brooke know felt completely awkward.
"Oh shit I'm so sorry for calling you hot stuff, not that you aren't hot, because you are, but I didn't have your number in my phone and I thought you were someone else," Becca rambled.
"Oh good to know," Brooke let out a little laugh.
"So what's up," Becca pushed the conversation forward away from the weird greeting.
"I was just wondering if we could meet somewhere, if you're not busy, I understand if you can't," Brooke's words spilled out of her mouth so fast she was afraid that Becca didn't catch half of what she said.
"Definitely, I'm free. I was going to stop by and see Sam later," Becca smiled into the phone.
"You don't have school to get to do you?" Brooke wanted to make sure that she wasn't asking Becca to skip school.
"Nope, I decided to take a sick day. My mom knows what happened and said that one day from school won't make me a deviant," Becca reassured Brooke that she was indeed free.
"Ok, how about we meet and Jitter's?" Brooke suggested.
"Sounds good to me meet you in fifteen, see ya," Becca hung up the phone.
Brooke put her phone into her purse and quickly put on some makeup, for the bags under her eyes were causing her to look ten years older than she was. She looked at the time and realized that she needed to get going.
Sam awoke to a nurse who came in to check on her at 7am.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse asked looking at her chart.
"Fuckin' fantastic," Sam said sarcastically through a raspy voice.
"Samantha!" a voice from the door exclaimed.
Sam looked over to see her mother enter. "Watch your language and don't talk to the nurse like that." Sam rolled her eyes at her mother.
"It's ok, I've dealt with worse," the nurse put the chart back and left the room.
"I see my daughter its feeling better if she is going to retreat to sarcastic comments," Jane sat down in the seat by the bed. "But please refrain from the use of the F-word in my presents."
"Ok mom I won't corrupt your sensitive ears," Sam gave her mom a small smile.
"So how are you really feeling?" Jane became serious.
"I feel like crap, but I'll survive," Sam responded then realized she should have watched her word choice.
"Samantha, honey, we need to talk about what happened," the older women squeezed Sam's hand.
Sam took a breath she wasn't sure if she was ready to talk to anyone just yet. She knew that staying silent was only hurting her mother, but she could tell her everything just yet. Her head was pounding from the withdrawal of her pain meds and the hospital wouldn't give her any because of her recent history. She decided to give her mother a piece of the story but not all of it.
"Sam?" Jane asked concerned as her daughter continued to look at the ceiling in silence. "Please let me in to the brain of yours."
"What do you want to know exactly?" Sam didn't know where to start.
"Well….how about…the reason for you to get into drugs?" Jane responded and scooted closer to Sam's bed side.
Sam tried to figure out how much to let her mom in on and decided to leave out Brooke's name.
"Well it happened this summer after I had healed from the accident. I didn't like how people treated me like I could break any second. They instead avoided me and I decided that it would be easier if I just avoided them. There had been this person I liked also that didn't even acknowledge me same way after the accident and it continued to crush me, leaving me feeling empty. The only way to fill the emptiness was to take pain meds. When my prescriptions were expired I found some other people who could fill the need of my pain medication habit. I continued to get carried away so much so that I got a job to pay for the habit, but later lost it because of the habit," Sam felt as if she didn't make any sense since she left out the main reason, which started before the accident and escalated after.
Sam turned to her mother who was silent and realized that Jane was wiping tears from under her eyes and trying not to cry.
"Mom don't cry. It wasn't your fault," Sam said.
"But it was my fault. I should know when my daughter is slipping through the cracks. I'm suppose to be there for you," Jane grabbed at tissue with her free hand and blew her nose.
"Mom I didn't want you to see. I cut everyone out of my life," Sam responded trying to stop her mom from crying. She couldn't deal with her mom's emotions.
"So you decided that it would be better if you were dead and completely cut everyone off for good," Jane exclaimed.
Sam knew this was coming but she wasn't ready for this part. She didn't want to tell anyone about the rape yet. She was starting to feel exhausted. She no longer had help with keeping her emotions in check and she wasn't use to dealing with them all at once. She looked her mom in the eye.
"There's more to it but I really tired and not ready to discuss it just yet," Sam told her mother who nodded her head in understanding.
"Ok sweetie, when you're ready I'll be here. Please don't cut me off again I won't let you, because I love you too much," Jane told her. "Go ahead and sleep I'll go talk with the doctors."
REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS. THIS CHAPTER WAS MORE OF A FILLER I THINK BUT I HAVEN'T HAD MUCH TIME TO WRITE. MY UNI CLASSES HAVE KEPT ME BUSY, ESPECIALLY MY DRAWING CLASS WHERE I HAVE MAJOR PROJECTS EVERY WEEKEND. I HOPE TO GET A GOOD CHAPTER UP SOON.