"Stop that," he commanded with his jaws clamped tightly together. You're going to get through this challenge, even though it might take a little bit of time. You're going to compete at the highest level."Even trying to listen to what he had to say was impossible for me. The difficulty of trying to move my leg, or even just twitch my toe, caused my head to start pounding, and I couldn't help but laugh. My breathing came in shallow spurts, and the monitor began to act erratically. My eyesight began to blur, and as my head began to spin, I attempted to grab onto the railing of the bed; however, my arm just flopped to one side.“Dad!”He cried, "Stop it, Williams!" at Williams. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and then I noticed another set of hands—the nurse's—holding one of my arms. Both of these sets of hands were on me at the same time. "You are going to make it so that you hurt yourself!" The nurse advised Williams to "relax" before continuing. "Should I sedate him?" you ask."No,
He was very angry with the doctors for a while. After they had left, he became hostile toward me. She clenched my hand even more tightly than before. "By that time, you ought to have been awake from the coma. They stopped giving you the medication that kept you drugged, so you ought to have come back to consciousness at this point, but you hadn't. I lost my temper when he continued to lay the blame on me.After a moment of silence, she spoke again. I had the distinct impression that she was filled with dread.When I finally spoke to her, I asked her, "What did you say?" That perhaps you would recover from your injuries more quickly if he stopped hitting you all the time. In any case, anything similar to that""Holy shit," I muttered under my breath. I had to force down a large amount of oxygen while simultaneously wishing I could run my hand over my hair.She responded by saying, "Yeah, he kicked me out then." "I was told by hospital security that I was not permitted to visit you aga
The major thing that kept running through my head was something that I had only recently become aware of the night before.Normally, I am able to fall asleep almost immediately because I am either too exhausted or too sedated to think about much of anything, but yesterday night was different. Even though I was exhausted, I was unable to fall asleep immediately away. My stomach was in knots, and I felt as though I should be waiting for something, but I had no idea what it was.Then it dawned on me.I was aware of what was lacking.What I had been anticipating all along.I was counting down the hours until the day would end so that I could replay all of the events in my head and store them away for future reference. I was waiting for my overactive mind to relive the events of the day, beginning with the morning and going all the way through the night.But it didn't happen.I attempted to recall what had been there before as I glanced up at the new flowers that Sharon had brought into th
I refused to look at any of the three individuals who had been helping me out in various ways ever since I woke up. As I rolled myself toward the door, I remained obstinately unblinking. Because it wouldn't help, and because I didn't want to deal with it anyhow, I didn't do it. I was able to get to the car that belonged to my father without too much trouble, but once I got there, I was stumped as to what I should do.This was not a skill that I had previously honed.As a result of my father's complaining, I was eventually able to maneuver myself so that I was standing close to the passenger seat and then I flopped into the car. Before getting into the driver's seat, Dad seized the wheelchair and gave it a brisk push in the direction of the doors leading into the rehabilitation center.I was curious and inquired, "How will I get into the house?"He informed me, "I already got another chair for you," and I believed him."However, the stairs..."Dad said something to himself beneath his
He said it with an expression that was about as far removed from reason as I had ever seen it, even coming from him. "Maybe you can see a little reason," he added.During the time that I was attempting to get my breath back, he left the room.I was going to have to put her out of my mind. It was the only way to ensure her safety, at least until I could get out of this place, and I had no other choice.Could I find a way out? I mean—I was eighteen. I didn't believe he had the power to make me stay...at least not legally. Of course, the fact that the behavior in question was illegal is unlikely to have carried any weight in his mind. If only I had spoken up when I was in the hospital or rehabilitation center, maybe I would have been able to stay there longer; but, it is too late now; it is too late.It was only my father and me in this room. Even though people knew I was here, they weren't going to be seeking for me to come out and play anytime soon because I couldn't access the phone o
It was clear that Dad and Steven were yelling at each other at this point. I was still unable to make out what was being said. I harbored the faint hope that perhaps Dad would become so enraged that he would fire him.I can't believe my good fortune.As I maneuvered myself out of the congested area, I kept a firm grip on the file folder to ensure that nothing would be lost. It was not an easy task because the room was too congested for the chair to fit, and I had to be careful not to get anywhere near the skeleton while I was moving around. That would make my skin crawl for sure. I had to back up, pull myself forward, and eventually turn myself around partially before I could escape the situation.Well, almost.I accidentally butted myself against the side of the desk, and as a result, three volumes toppled over from where they had been stored. They accidentally knocked over a stack of papers, causing them to fall to the ground. I made an attempt to move backwards in order to get to t
"You took everything that meant anything to me that day," he stated. "You took everything that meant anything to me." I winced and tensely flexed my shoulders as his hand began to become more steady. "I still reared you. I was and always will be your father.When I considered Murphy and how he interacted with Sharon, how he showed her care and how he guarded her, the absurdity of the statements he said hit me like a ton of bricks."You've never had the chance to be a father! I looked out for number one! You failed to perform any of the duties that are expected of a father. "How could your mother possibly love you?" He cried, "She did love me!" as he looked at her. He got within a few paces of me and pointed the rifle in the direction of the ground, where I was laying down.I pushed myself back without seeing behind me, and as a result, the skeleton in its case fell to the side, shattering the corner table that was full of Real Messini stuff. I jumped once again as the garden gnome sm
t could be in any part of the home for all I know. I had to call someone…Sharon, Murphy, or even 911 — anyone will do. What other way was there for me to let someone know that I was here? That Father was...Dad was… Laptop. I turned my attention to the staircase that led to the third floor, where the storage area housing my laptop computer was located. There are three levels of stairs. There was no effing way in hell that was going to happen. I would never make it. Even though it was only one level, the fact that I had to drag myself from the study, down the hall, and into the kitchen was nearly enough to tire me. Upstairs? Only making use of my arms? I may be able to make it halfway, but then I'll have to sleep for a stinking day before I can continue. If I do make it that far, I won't be able to continue. Without assistance, I simply wouldn't be able to endure that long, except... My attention was drawn to a little black doctor's bag that was sitting next to the physical therapy equi