What Started with an Innocent Kiss Ended with a Not-So Innocent Girl..

Chapter 14- Nobody would Know

My mom and sadly, my aunt came in shortly after Darryl left. They made their scenes about seeing me hurt, in a hospital bed. My mom, especially. She was crying and wouldn't let go of me for anything in the world. She kept saying how she didn't want God to take any one else from her. I kinda felt her pain. But, I had to put on a strong face. At least, until the police come in questioning me, that's where I had to sale my story. Telling anyone about what really happened was out of the question. I didn't have the heart, or bravery to do it. Honestly I was scared of him, the judging eyes that would torture my little pride everyday, the embarassment, and the yearning feeling of wanting him. It's crazy how much I hate him, because I honestly do. He put me in a fucking hospital bed, forced to lie to my family and friends. How can you do that to someone you love? And there was that stupid feeling that I didn't want to use as an excuse for not wanting to press charges against him. That dumb ass feeling that was the reason why didn't leave him after all the wrong he's done to me. And I hated it. I longed for that dumb feeling to just go away, but there it stood like a stubborn lump in my throat, like a tremendous boulder that grounded a flimsy piece of paper sturdily in place. That's how much if a hold he had on my heart. And for nothing in the world, I couldn't break free. Part of me didn't want to.

"Ah, sorry to interrupt but we will need to ask Miss Wright some questions.", a sheriff stepped in, with two other guys behind him.

My mom looked down at me and rubbed my back reassuringly before she kissed my forehead, hugged me and let go. Nesha threw me a thumbs up and a retarded grin, while Del winked at one of the officers. Slut.

I watched my family exit out of the room, leaving me with these intimidating-looking officers. But, I wasn't scared. I couldn't be.

"Ma'm-", and with that I broke down, crying hysterically.

I made up a hell of a story to feed the cops. Every question they threw at me, I slung an long heart-felt answer back. I gave the same story I told Nesha, Del, and my mom; minus the fact that I didn't want to press charges. Of course they asked me why and was I afraid of the culprits, but I told them it wouldn't be worth it. Surprisingly, they took that as I final say so without any other questions. I'm surely thankful for that because my mom, she's another story.

"SHE'S WHAT?!!", I could hear her exclaim from the hallway, not too long after the police left. They must have just told her about my decision.

"Valerie Lesliee-Anne Wright, what in the hell is wrong with you?!", my mom stormed in. I rolled my eyes, trying to mentally prepare myself for this arguement.

"Mom, please."

"Don't fucking, 'mom please' me! Valerie those bastards beat the hell out of you!! They're the reason you are lying in a fucking hospital bed, going to hell physically and emotionally! You're really gonna let them get away with that shit?!??!!! Hell no!!".

"Mom it's not like they're gonna find them anyways!".

"The hell they won't!! It's their fucking job!! Why wouldn't they!?".

"And If they don't I damn sholl will! Have that choppa waiting fo that ass.", Quanesha interjected. Silly girl.

"Shut up Nesha.", I say.

"Nah, I ain't playing. Ain't nobody gon' try to fuck up my baby cousin and get away with that shit. I dnt play bout family. That's blood. ", she says crossing her arms, "Val, for real. don't you see how serious this is?".

"Yes, I do!! But if I Just don't want to go through with all that unnesscary stuff, I won't. Simple as that.", I say.

"What will be unnesscary about putting away the people who could of permanently hindered you from living?! Valerie, hunny. Are you even thinking straight? You're life was put in danger, your life!! And if you're scared baby, don't be. Because you have family here that will stick by your side every step of the way. Don't you know we all love and care about you and your safety? Do you have any clue how fucking worried we were before we got here?!".

"No, I don't. But, do you know what I went through?! What about me and what I want? After all, I am the one in the hospital bed; not you, Nesha, or Aunt Del. Me! I got slung around, thrown into a wall, and beat up. Do you know how scared I was? What I felt? What was going through my mind? Yes, I fought for my life. Yes, you can say I barely made it and scare yourselves crazy about what could of happened! But me, I'm not. I refused to dwell in the past and force myself to go back to that same pain I felt when I was first hit. I have to move on with my life and get over it. I have to deal with things my way. If not pressing charges and not wanting to talk about it is my way of dealing and getting better, then I will do what I have to get better; regardless of what anybody has to say.", I say feeling water droplets hit my hospital gown. They were tears. I didn't even realize I was crying. I guess through my speech, real emotion came out. I wipe my face and look up at my mom through my now, blurry vision.

"Ok. Ok. Valerie. If all of that is going to help you heal, then do as you please. I just want to see you better. You're such a strong willed girl. You try you hardest to bounce from things so quickly without showing any emotion. You get that from your dad, you know. But baby, it's not good to hold all that stuff in. And the longer you hold it, the worst that hurt, that pain you feel, will get. You'll have to let it all out eventually, the sooner the better. When you do, know you can always come to me. Like I constantly tell you, I'm always here and I will always be here. Since this is a big decision to make and I, your mother, doesn't agree with your choice; I am going to give you some time to think about it a little more. I don't want you to regret it. Remember there is nothing to be scared of and the police will come in and do their job. And the fools who did this to you are wrong. So think about it.", she saying wiping some of her own tears.

"Ok. Thank you mom."

"You're welcome baby. I love you so much. I just hate seeing you like this. And I feel, I feel like its my fault. ", she cried as she held onto.

"It's not ma. I'm ok. I love you too. ". If only she knew the real reason I'm here.

"Ok baby.", she said smoothing my hair down. She pecked the top of my head and walked out.

"Think bout it cuz.", Nesha said following my mom.

"Listen to your mom. She knows best.", Del randomly said.

When they left my mind was already made up. It was made up even before that left. There was no way I was pressing charges against some imaginary thugs I made up. And there was no way I would press charges against the real villian, and As far as I was concerned; they would never know.