Hold Me

Chapter 3

The next couple days were absolute hell. He was drunk, mean and scary to be in the same house with. I barely ate and I ended up getting a few scars from getting hit with a few bottles.

I walked into school feeling awful. I kept my head down and my hoodie up. I just wanted to disappear.

Amy kept asking me what was wrong but I kind of ignored her. I didn't want to talk about it. Not with her. Not with anyone. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone.

I could barely pay attention in any of my classes. My head was pounding and I felt like I could faint any minute.

All I wanted to do was sleep but I couldn't go home. My dad would never pick me up and I would most likely get yelled at.

As I walked to my last period class, my vision started to blur and everything was starting to go silent. It happened so quickly that I don't remember what happened before I blacked out.

I woke up to the sound of voice around me. The smell of hand sanitizer. And the feeling of someone at my side. I opened my eyes and was met with a familiar face.

Dr Clifford was standing next to my bed. He gave me a warm smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Tired." I said, my voice a bit horse.

He nodded, handing me a small cup of water. I drank the water, Dr Clifford watching me.

I set the cup down and then he said "I need to ask you something serious, okay?"

I nodded nervously.

"Who gave you those bruises and scars?"

I looked down, now realizing that everyone had seen them. The secrets I had kept for so long were now on display. I kept quiet, not wanting to talk about it.

"Hey, I know this is a sensitive topic. I'm gonna have one of my friends come down and see you. His name is Ashton Irwin. He's a Psychiatrist. "

He went to leave before I grabbed his arm, not wanting to be alone. He let me, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.

He paged his friend and I reached for his hand which he took, giving it a small squeeze.

Soon, a man with black wavy hair walked in. He gave a small smile before sitting down on the end of my bed.

"Hi hon, I'm Dr Irwin. Can you tell me your name?"

I kept a hold on Dr Clifford's hand. "Samantha Johnson."

He nodded. "Samantha can we talk a little. Tell me how your feeling."

I nodded slowly. "Can Dr Clifford stay?"

"Of course hon. Anything to make you feel comfortable. "

Dr Irwin asked about school and my friends. He asked about my family and home life which made me start crying. He handed me a tissue letting me know we could go at my pace.

"Samantha I need you to tell me who hurt you." Dr Irwin said. His tone serious.

I swallowed nodding. "My dad."

All the weight that had been on my chest was lifted.

Dr Clifford and Dr Irwin gave each other a look before Dr Clifford pulled me into a hug. I started to cry, holding onto his white coat tightly.

"You're safe now Samantha. Nobody is gonna hurt you again."

I nodded through the tears, shakily saying "don't leave me."

"Don't worry, I'm not."
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Finally updating. Sorry I've been going through some writers block and struggling to find the motivation. Hope you enjoyed this chapter