Falsely accused

Mum and I just stood there crying together. I don't know if mums’ tears are of joy or what but mine is definitely joy and relief. If dad is alive, he can come and save me from Carl and this horrible place I am finding myself in. I couldn't wait for him to come back. 

I didn't notice the time and Carl found us crying about the letter. He was the nicest and had the softest tone of voice when he took mum to their room to help her to bed. After a while he returned with that look on his face. He closed the door and started stalking towards me while I started walking backwards to try and avoid him coming towards me. I knew whatever I do he would be hurting me again. 

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to him. Sitting me down on the floor like a little girl he started kicking and punching me. I tried to crawl to my bed to get under it but before I could fully make it, he had pulled me back by my hair and just kept on hitting and kicking me everywhere he could. He didn't even care to keep it where I could hide it this time. He was ballistic and just wouldn't stop. He usually stops after some time when he feels that he has "punished" me enough. 

All the while he was kicking me, he kept repeating "This is your own fault. You just had to concoct that letter.”

I didn't know what he was on about. 

I started seeing stars and knew that I was going to lose my consciousness very soon. Something else must have happened also because I saw him starting to get a little worried. I smiled even though everything hurt, and I knew I was probably not going to survive this. I knew my body and the floor, and everything was slowly filling with blood. At least if I pass out, I won't have to clean it immediately and would have an excuse to do it later. 

Just before I passed out, I made this weird sound that I had never before made, and this had Carl picking me up and as he put me in the car I blacked completely out. He was ether going to go and dispose of my body somewhere in some woods or wherever he thought to do so or he was taking me to the hospital where they will save me and heal me and make everything better just for him to beat me into death again. 

What a wonderful life I have.  I wonder what the excuse would be that he would use to get the hospital to not call the cops on him again this time. Last time when he had beaten me into ICU, he said that I was playing in the road and some person sped down the street and I couldn't get out of the way in time and that I was hit by the car. His excuses getting more out of the ordinary as he went on with the beatings. 

I woke up a couple of times as I was being wheeled into the hospital and while they were working on me but each time I fell back into the dark hole where I felt the safest, I have been for a while. 

When I finally woke up my throat felt so dry, and my body felt like I had been run over by a train and then the train reversed and ran over me again for like five times. I wanted to get myself a glass of the cold water that I saw standing on the cupboard, but my arms wouldn't work with me. I sighed and shifted trying to get a little more comfortable on the bed which wasn't the easiest thing to do with all the tubes and machines coming from my body. 

I didn't even notice that there was someone in the room because the next minute there was a cup of water with a straw being held to my mouth and I took a sip looking into the eyes of a nurse that had a friendly smile on her face. Once I was done drinking, she removed the glass and asked if she could help me get comfortable on the bed and I just nodded to her yes. I didn't trust my voice at the moment to answer her with words. 

I cleared my throat and once I thought that it would probably not sound weird, I thanked her for helping me out. She told me that the doctor would be in to check on me in a little while and that the police inspector would like to speak to me if I was up to it as they were trying to get the bad guy that did this to me. The confusion on my face must have tipped her off that I had no idea what she was talking about. 

"You were attacked and found beat up in the street. Don't you remember?" I nodded my head no. It wasn't as if I could tell her that it wasn't what happened. I would leave that for the police. 

"I think you can let the inspector come please. I am starting to remember some bits and pieces and maybe something will be of some help to them."

She smiled and nodded before leaving the room. The doctor came in with his clipboard and took the chart from the end of my bed and had a look at it. 

"I'm glad to see you awake miss. You have been asleep for a while."

"How long was I out for?"   

He looked around the room and then cleared his throat.                                                         

"You were out for a little less than a month. You had a few broken ribs when you came in and one of them had punctured your lung. It did take a while for us to get you back after you came in. I would say that you came in just in time. You also had a broken wrist and a lot of bruises and cuts all over your body. The wrist should be fine in the next two to three weeks and if not then we will take new films and see what we can do. For the ribs we can only give you pain medication. They do need to heal on their own. The cuts and bruises were worse and the stitched have healed them and by applying the cream they would most likely not scar. Any questions?"

I shook my head no. This was the worst that he had beaten me ever. I really hope that he doesn't come to visit or even comes to get me from the hospital because really, I don't think I would be able to keep a straight face in front of mom.