"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" My mother's voice, screaming.
"Shut up."
"No, I won't. I won't shut up anymore."
Pain, in my arm.
"Bella." Mom said, kneeling down. "Bella."
I opened my eye's, she was looking at me with a worried expression.
"Get up." My father snapped.
"YOU. YOU SHUT UP." My mother screamed. She looked back at me. "Are you okay?"
I took a deep breath. I felt like vomiting. My arm was throbbing.
"I think I need the hospital." I whispered.
"Oh god." Mom sobbed. "I'll take you. Let me help you Bella."
I sat up slowly, fighting the nausea, guarding my arm, the arm that I knew was broken.
Mom helped me to my feet.
"Your overreacting." My father stated.
I didn't answer him I just let my mother help me to my feet.
"You've done it this time." My mother hissed. "I'm taking her to hospital and I'm not coming back. I hope you get charged."
I stood there shocked. Shocked at what my mother was saying to him and shocked at the fact this time he actually hurt me.
"Here." Mom said, shoving a pillow at me. "Support your arm with that."
She ran off to grab her stuff.
"You're a trouble maker." Dad said to me. "Always making drama."
I ignored him and turned to the door.
"Come." Mom said opening the door.
She led me to my car and got me settled in the seat, ensuring I was comfortable.
"You okay?" She asked me.
I nodded, but I was lying. The pain was almost unbearable.
"I'm sorry this happened Bella. I'm sorry I never stopped him before."
"Not now mom." I didn't want to discuss this now.
"Okay sweety."
We drove in silence and when we got the hospital mom helped me into the ER.
"My daughter needs help." She demanded.
I didn't point out that this was the hospital, pretty much everyone needed help.
Lucky for me I was a priority and it wasn't long before I was on a bed being looked at.
"We'll x-ray it, but it's broken." The doctor told us. "Hopefully you won't need surgery."
I certainly hoped not myself.
"The nurse will give you something for pain, then we'll do the x-ray."
Something for pain sounded delightful until the nurses approached me with a needle.
"Can I use my phone?" My mom asked as she jabbed that needle into me.
"Yes, that's fine."
I looked at mom as she pulled out her phone and damn, I was starting to feel fine.
"Matthew, yes." Uh-oh, she'd called Matt. "Yes she's with me....at the hospital.....yes there was an incident........broken arm."
She looked at me with raised eyebrows and I could hear Matt yelling.
I couldn't help but giggle.
"See you soon." She said, hanging up. "So he'll be here soon, but he's not happy."
"I love him." I blurted.
"Yes dear." Mom said smiling at me. "Of course you do."
I don't know what they'd given me, while I didn't feel any pain at all, I also felt the need to say whatever came to mind. Oh well, at least Matt was coming, my Matt, my beautiful Matt.
Oh god, somebody needed to stop me.
