Daddyplier

Chapter 28 ~ Home, Sweet Home

"You have a bit of head trauma. If you cry, expect a bit of blood that's normal. You're gonna be in here for a week and then we can let you go." The doctor explained.

The doctor left. "What a dick," I said. Mark laughed. He got up and came towards me. "Do you recall anything?" Mark said. "Not past you leaving my room after my father snuck in and you kicked him out. I changed.

He came back in and hit me in the face with my hair straightener and it was on." I said. "I was at the store buying food. When I got back to the car, my phone rang. It was your number I answered. It was your father.

All I heard from him was, "Get home... She might be alive.. Maybe not... Enjoy the show." And he hung up. I rushed there. When I walked into the door, he had just his boxers on. You were chained to the wall. You were in just your bra. He knocked me out and tied me to a chair.

When I came too, I saw the damage be done. After he was done, he had a baseball bat. He was going to hit you with it, I just knew. I jumped up and slammed the chair to the ground. I was free. He had thrown his baseball bat to the ground because he had something to burn you with. "

I looked down at my wrist. There was a b for Bryan on my wrist. That's his name. "I got up and grabbed the bat. I tapped his shoulder. I swung that bat and hit him in the head. Then I dressed you and called the police. And here we are." His eyes had tears in them.

"Come here." I said. He kneeled next to the bed. "Thank you." I said. "He may be my father, but Mark, you're my dad." Mark smiled. I let a blood tear run. He hugged me. "Mark...." I said. "Yes?" "I love you." I said. "I love you too Hope." He said.

The doctor came in. "We have someone in here for you." Loni ran in. "I'm going to kill him." She said, looking at me. "Wait." I said. I touched my forehead. I felt it. I had stitches. "Oh, the heat from the straightener burnt your skin off. " the doctor said.

I put my hand down and went to sleep. I woke the next morning to mark sleeping in a chair beside me and Evan in the chair next to Mark. I smiled. I looked to the left of me to see Loni on the couch next to me.

I smiled wider. Loni is okay. Mark woke up. "Hey, kid. You're awake. You excited to leave today?" "Huh? I have another week?" "Oh no, you entered a coma and hun, it has been a week."

"Yay! Home!" I said. The doctor brought in a wheelchair. I got to the car and sat in the front. Loni was in the back with Evan. I fell asleep on the way home.

I woke up at home, in my bed. Evan was across the room, sitting against the wall with his knees up to his chest and his elbows on his knees. He was crying, and Mark was next to him, in the same position.

"Guys, I'm fine." I said as I woke. They looked at me. I had a massive headache. I went to the bathroom. I had stitches on my head. I went to my laptop and posted a video. It was a vlog I made. I noticed Mark posted a video about me.

He explained what had happened. I smiled to myself. Mark actually cared about me. When I say he cares, he actually cares. He walked towards my bedside. I jumped up and hugged him. For the first time in my life, I felt that someone would take a bullet for me.

He hugged back of course. I started to feel a blood tear run down my face. Mark backed himself. He looked at me. He had a really angry look in his eyes. "Stay with Hope, Evan. I have a call to make." He ran downstairs.

Evan came and hugged me, holding my sides and I hugged him tightly. We swayed a little bit. "I'm so pissed off." He said. "I wanna kill him." "Me too babe, me too. I'm just glad that I didn't, you know, remember."

Mom, Dad, I'm okay. For once in my life I can honestly say, I'm okay. But thank you for giving me life. I love you.