I could barely walk so I didn't want to risk taking the stairs. I hobbled to my room and grabbed my phone. Even with shaky fingers I dialed quickly. The voice on the other end was calming.
"911, What's your emergency"
I should expose him...no. He needs to know or at least believe I am not afraid of him.
"I need an ambulance, 437 East Harmon Boulevard in Fort Worth Township, Arizona"
I clicked off the call. Salty hot tears began to run down my cheeks. Why was I crying? For once in my sad depressing little life I was safe. I walked to my dresser. The mirror was shattered. I hadn't noticed. I carefully slid off my skinny jeans and searched for my baggiest sweat-pants. I didn't want them touching me. I heard the sirens down the street. I walked to the foot of my stairs and sat down.
Maybe they'd give me therapy. Put me in the psych ward. Anything sounded better than ever dealing with him again. My front door opened and the EMS workers walked in. They saw me instantly and gave me a puzzled look but continued on with their jobs. My heart fluttered and my head screamed "Run!" but I had no reason to be afrais. They weren't here to hurt me. They were here to help. They carried me to the ambulance and layed me gently on a stretcher.
"Mam, what happened"
"I f-fell in the tub is all"
They put the ventilator over my face and I drifted into the dark abyss of uncunscioness.
