"Lex…Lex, can you hear me?" A voice reached my head. And slowly I began to open my eyes.

"Good morning." Mr. Schue stood next to the bed "How you´re feeling?"

Before I had the time to answer, a doctor came into the room, and fixed with the bed so I could sit up.

"So… Alexandria. How you´re feeling?"

"It´s Lex." I said. I hated being called Alexandria. "And I´ve been better. What happened? Where´s dad? How long have I been unconscious?"

"Slow down Lex; give us a chance to answer." Mr. Schue said. "Your dad kept on abusing you after I´d gone. But I only went around the corner, then stopped the car and called the police and an ambulance. The police brought your dad to jail in waiting for the hearing in court. And you´ve been unconscious for about half an hour."

"You´ve got a couple of broken ribs," the doctor said. "A mild concussion, a badly sprained ankle, and bruises."

"When can I home? When can I go back to school? By the way, where will I go?" I had just remembered that I couldn´t live with dad anymore.

"Don´t you have any relatives that can take care of you?" Mr. Schue said. The doctor had left.

"No."

"Aunts?"

"No"

"Siblings?"

"No?"

"Grandparents?"

"No"

"Mum?"

"No"

"Uncles?"

"yes, but only if I want to live in prison with him."

"So… alright, you can come live with me, for a start at least."

"With you? But…"

"No buts, it´s the only choice we´ve got right now."

The doctor came back into the room.

"When can I go back to school?" I asked the doctor.

"I think you should stay at home tomorrow, but if you feel good at Thursday you can go to school then.

"Then… when can I go home?" "You can go home now if you want to. But use these, for at least two weeks." He gave me a pair of crutches. "That will be ten dollars for the crutches."
"But I don´t have ten dollars." I said.

"It´s ok," Mr. Schue pulled up his wallet out of the pocket. "I´ll pay for them."

"But…"

"No buts."

A few minutes later, we were on our way to my home, to pick up my stuff. When we came there, managed to jump on one leg up the stairs with the crutches, Mr Schue was right behind me, in case I would fall. When we came upstairs, I found a trunk in daddy´s room. And I jumped over the hallway over to my room. I packed all the clothes I´d got. Which wasn´t that much but as Mr. Schue watched me he asked.

"How come you always wear baggy clothes?"

I smiled, and answered. "First reason is that baggy trousers cover swollen knees and ankles, baggy shirts covers broken ribs, as well as bruises both on arms and wrists and parts of the hands. Hoodies cover bruises on the neck."

"And the second reason?"

"Because I´m so short and thin, it´s hard to find something that isn´t either too big, or kids´ clothes when you gotta find them on second- hand shops."

"Why second- hand?"

"I could only use what was left of the money, dad gave me for lunch. And new clothes are expensive. Hold on, I think I´ve saved some money." I opened a book, and pulled out some money of it. I had putted it there to hide it from my dad. I reached Mr. Schue a tenner.

"For the crutches." But he didn´t take it.

"Forget it." He saved. "You need those money better than I do. By the way, how did you manage to save your lunch money?"

"I was able to save loads of money, just by skipping lunch like, once or twice a week. Come on, take the money."

"I said, forget it."

"But…"

"No buts."