The moment dad told me he had found Jack and I saw his standing there looking defeated and tired I knew it had to be the worst thing that I needed to expect. We were both in dangerous jobs and enemies is something we had more of than friends and even though there were precautions sometimes some things still happened and families were left without their loved ones.I just didn't think it would happen to my family. I wasn't ready to do anything alone without Jack. Tearing up I knew that I had to ask the words and make sure that he was gone before I started seeing the worst future that could not even be true."Is he... did Jack die?"My dad answered almost immediately. His answer made me relax and fear for Jack's life at the same time. He wasn't dead yet but with the condition dad says he is in it could happen sooner or later.I started removing the blankets from me and searching for the shoes I placed here before going to bed so that I cou
I managed to survive the visit with the twins without breaking down and crying my heart out like I had done when they left and were far enough away not to hear me. The nurse that talked to me in the ICU came and gave me regular updates on Jack's condition and even helped me visit him twice before I was discharged. Now I would only be allowed to come during visiting hours like non-patients. Since my car was still in the hospital parking lot from when I had driven myself here I didn't feel the need to call Dad or Nici to ask them to come and fetch me and Andrew. His car seat was in the car in any case and everything else I needed for him was in the hospital bag. I didn't want to drive out again or be at home alone so I stopped at Dad's house on the way home to pick up the twins. I still didn't think it would be a good idea to let the twins know about Jack until it was necessary. I went to see him and spoke to his doctor before I signed my release forms. Each time I visited he just lo
I woke up still in Jack's arms when the nurse wanted to take his vitals. Blushing and apologizing I rushed into the bathroom to make myself look decent enough to meet with Jack's doctor that would no doubt be coming any minute now.I wanted to know when I would be able to take Jack home because that would be the first time he would be able to hold his son, physically look at him not through a picture on my phone or a video call with Nici when visiting him in the hospital.The fact that he had been moved to a normal patient room had given me hope that he wouldn't need to stay here much longer but I needed some definite confirmation before I got ahead of myself and hoped for nothing because the amount of bandages still on his body had me doubting myself on this.Looking at myself in the mirror I used my fingers to try and comb through my hair and make it look decent enough, washing my face to get rid of the streaked and smeared makeup that I did
Kids dropped off safely I was heading to the hospital to go and visit Jack, hoping to get some good news today that I would be able to take him home soon. The twins were starting to ask questions about when he was coming home and telling them that his mission was taking a little longer than usual and was not cutting it anymore. I doubt if they were believing me about that anymore, but I couldn't start telling them other stories now because that would have me seem less credible. Walking into the hallway, I greeted the nurses that I had started getting to know and asked about how the night went with Jack. At the start of this, they started telling me how the night went in an attempt to cheer me up and it had sort of stuck with me asking them how his night went each time I came to visit and them just telling me because I was not going to lie it did make me feel better to hear that he didn't have any pain and that he was starting to eat like his old self again. "The night went great.
I went down to the pharmacy to get his medicine while he packed his things into the bag that I had brought for him. Multi-tasking to get everything done the soonest as possible, and I also thought that Jack wouldn't want to be seen too long in the wheelchair he needs to leave in. He tried everything to get them to void that part of the policy, but they were consistent that he would be leaving the hospital in a wheelchair. I tried so hard not to laugh at some of his reasonings, but that was just so hard because they started getting sillier and sillier as he was running out of good ideas. I didn't know if Jack would be up to seeing people today, but I did need to go and get the twins and Andrew before we go home. I contemplated leaving him in the car and then just getting them, surprising them when they climbed in the car and there he was. Nici was back at work in the mornings so dad would be alone with the two babies and later all 5 kids, a fact he didn't seem to be too happy about,
Once again while sitting in class I could see that everyone was looking at the bruises on my arms. I tried to hide them, but Carl hasn't exactly been making it easy for me to hide them like he did in the beginning. I don't believe that I could still call him my stepdad because of what he was doing to me. He isn't worth the word dad at all anymore. He had been beating me since I turned six. I can't remember much from before and the only thing that is still really vivid is the day mum told me that dad had died sometime after my birth. I can't even remember how he looks like anymore. Mum and Carl threw away or hid all the pictures or something because there isn't any around the house. I wouldn't dare ask about one again as that didn't go well with Carl. The only thing that I have that is remotely linked to dad is the dear John letter that was sent to mum when dad had went missing from his platoon and was assumed dead when he didn't show up in the following three days and was nowhere to
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 c
I felt that this time Carl had went too far and I would not stop until they had heard my story and believed me to be telling the truth. I would not be going back to that house after this. The nurse from before came and told me that the police was here and asked if she could let them in. I smiled and nodded my head yes. She left and a moment later the door opened and in walked three men. I didn't think that was really necessary but what did I know anyways. The first two introduced themselves as Chief Inspector Van Niekerk and detective Black. They both shook my hand and got their notebooks out. I looked to the other man that had come into the room with them but hadn't introduced himself and wondered who he could be. They didn't let me ponder on the identity of this man any longer and the two detectives started asking their questions and writing down my answers. Most of the questions were centred around what had happened before the time that I was beat as they had wanted to get the