Her Recovery

Release

I open the door, and a burst of harshly cold winter air hits me, sending a shiver down my spine. "Remember, you can call me anytime you need me," she stops, as if she wants to say something more, but she leaves it at that, and folds up a small piece of paper with her number written on it and places it in my jeans pocket. She gives me a sad smile, before shutting the door. I spot the little silver car and I slide into the back seat, so I won't have to look at Rosetta. She starts the car, and starts to speak, but I cut her off. "I don't want to hear it. Save it." She shuts her jaw abruptly as we pull into the driveway. I get out, slam the door, and stalk into the house, and down the hall. Walking by the bathroom, I see that the wine still isn't cleaned up. Typical. I open the door to my room, and close it, sighing. I walk over to my bed, and plop down, exhausted. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, when I see a brown little tail under the sheet. Cora meows, and climbs under the sheet until she reaches me, climbing over the blanket finally. She purrs, for possibly the first time in her life. I smile, and stroke her behind the ears, when I hear a shattering glass and shouting down the hall.

What a nice welcome home.

I'm awoken to a soft knock on my door. It must be Rosetta. Johnny doesn't knock. "Come in," I mutter. The door opens, and Rosetta slowly walks in. Her left eye is swelled shut, with deep purple coloration. Her lip is busted, and dried blood rests on her mouth down to her neck. "What the hell happened?" I squint at her, trying to make out any more injuries, not waiting for a response. "Turn the light on, and sit in the desk chair." She does so, but she pulls the chair out with her right arm. She's left handed. "Your arm too?" I sigh, and apply pressure up and down her left arm, stopping at the source of the injury: her shoulder. I trace along her jawline, feeling for a crack or any signs or dislocation, but only a small bruise on her upper jaw is present. "Your left shoulder bone is dislocated, busted lip, black eye, and possibly a concussion. Do you have a headache?" When she shakes her head no, I sigh in small relief. "I have to pop your shoulder back in place." Her eyes water at that. I learned how to do that when I was four, when Johnny threw Mother up against a wall. I went to her side, and she gave me step by step instructions to relocate her shoulder. Let's hope I still remember them. I pull a crisp white towel out of the linen drawer in my room, and hand it to Rosetta. "Bite down on it on my count." She nods, and places it between her teeth, careful not to rip her lip open farther. "Three. Two," I pop it back on the count of two, so she wouldn't realize the pain quickly. Her mind wouldn't be acknowledging the pain for at least 32 milliseconds, because it will be denying that the pain came early. When she feels the pop, she yells, muffled by the towel. After about 3 seconds pass, she drops the towel. "Better?" She nods, sniffling. It's so hard to resent her at times like this.

When I was 4, she'd hug Johnny just a little too long to be a family friend, kiss him goodbye a little too close to the lips, and go to parties with him a little too often. To sum up, Johnny had an affair with her. For a year. I'm not sure if Mother ever knew. I think she did. Why she never left him, I'll never know.

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With love,
Rachelle
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