When The Truth Comes Out

Shell Shock

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"You weren't brought here by your mother or your father Macey. And I'm afraid before I can host an X-ray I must have written consent from either a parent or a guardian; considering your age." He sat at the side of my bed, with a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I can't give you my consent?" I swallowed.

"I have to have a parent here within the next hour; this may be life threatening to your child."

I drew in a deep breathe, feeling a sharp pain in my rib.

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Once the words circled my brain, I couldn't manage another thought.

"C-can you call them for me?" I struggled to say these words to my doctor. In a matter of an hour my mother, my father, would be hovering over me with a cloud of judgement and despair. It'd finally come. The time where I have to find a way to patch the hole they were about to punch into me.

"Miss Winslow... would you mind if I asked. Well, if your parents know about this child?"

You know when an adult looks at you with a condescending glare that digs into your soul? That was happening. A pang of guilt stabbed at my heart strings. This is all Landon's fault. I had this dry scenario all whipped up. And it wasn't at a hospital in a life threatening dilemma. More sentimental; but I was kind of picturing myself, here, but like thirty.

The lightness of the achromatic walls blinded my vision. I felt slightly woozy; that could also be because there's a bone jabbing into my abdominal wall. It's whatever.

"Miss Winslow?"

Oh crap I forgot about him.

"Huh? Oh." I shook my head to answer his question. Verbally, I wasn't able to speak many words. So I did gestures.

"We've had many situations like yours. Most have turned out heartwarming. You have nothing to fear except the risk. Do you understand?"

I nod my head once more. Only he didn't know my parents. My mom; a little persuasion is needed. My dad; I'll be put in a cage until either I die or he dies. That's sounds a bit harsh, maybe a stereotypical thought for a girl my age; but seriously... it's highly possible.

"I'll go make the call right now." He stepped up from the bed and patted his palm against my calf. It wasn't in any way comforting, I mean I was minutes from death by parent. That's rough stuff where I come from.

The door latched behind him with an echoing click.

I sunk the back of my head into the pillow behind me.

The ceiling was so white it seemed as if I could see through it if I tried hard enough. Honestly, I tried to see through the ceiling just so I was able to put my mind somewhere else. Anywhere but where I am.

There was a light knock on the door, and I won't lie about it... I knew who had been outside of those blinds for as long as I'd been in this bed. Landon Turner. The boy with the pretty blue eyes and sand colored hair. Short-tempered, charming, and selfish. Irresponsible, unforgiving, and damaged. All of his bad qualities still caught my attention and I couldn't understand why. Maybe it's because he is beautiful and daring; smart and honest. There was something there, not even the strongest medication could wash out. Even after I thought about the reasonable diagnostics in my current position. Pregnant... With a fractured rib (they think anyway). To me, he is like the baby who tried the lemon for the first time. I hate him but, I still want more of him.