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When I came around again I was in recovery, my mother was seated in a chair next to me. I turned my head and stared at her tousled hair.
“Mom.” I croaked softly.
My mother lifted her head and smiled at me.
“Did it go all right?” I asked her worriedly.
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I got home on Tuesday afternoon. I was walking by myself but my father refused to allow me to carry the overnight bag, even though it had only two sets of PJs, or the new guitar case. But instead of going into my house my father led the way to the main house.“We thought you should stay with us for a little while, until you can move around by yourself.” He said shyly.“I can move by myself dad.” I replied and followed him hesitantly.
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I woke the next morning in the bed with no idea how I had gotten there. The sun poured into the room through the open curtains but I had no desire to get up and close them. Instead, I pulled the covers over my head and stayed put. Gwen’s words kept repeating in my head. I thought of ways I could’ve handled it better, or maybe could’ve said something. Perhaps I should’ve just gone along with them, did what they wanted, perhaps they would’ve left me alone then.I was awake for nearly half an hour when the door opened and my mother called my name softly. I did not answer her at all.
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My mother had barely left when Gwen poked her head into the bathroom door.“You okay in there?” she asked and opened the shower door where I sat, butt naked, on the stool my father had put in there. “Almost done. Just need to get the suds off.” I replied and wiped the water from my eyes.I felt Gwen’s eyes wander over my body.
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It seems to me that it was a previous agreement between Miss Preston and Miss Sheldon as to who would take me to school and take me home in the afternoon. My mother was free most afternoons but Miss Preston still insisted on taking me home. On afternoons when my mother was home, a group of my school friends would drive along and we would form a study group at my house. It was easier for me to walk at home than at school. Usually when I got home Miss Preston would stay in the living room while I go to my room and change.Sometimes I would discard the back brace and sit in my chair but mostly I would soldier on with the back brace, walking against the walls until I reached the sitting room table.
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Gwen got me home at around two pm. She helped me into the house to the sitting room and handed me the TV remotes. I lay on the couch and scrolled through a couple of channels until I came across the Discovery ID channel. I watched a couple of episodes of Criminal Investigators before I realised I couldn’t hear anyone in the house. My phone was on the coffee table not too far from me. I sat up carefully and picked it up. There was a couple of messages including one from an unknown number. It read simply“How are you feeling?”
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