Behind my smile (UNDER EDITING.)

Chapter 15

       Removing yourself from human attraction is not depressive, but logical. Look at the state of us.

      H A Y L E Y

I COULDN'T HELP IT.  I couldn't keep it to myself long enough to realise the after affects of this call, the consequences, per say. I should feel horrible, I should be crying. But I am not, instead, I find myself amused by the chaos caused from my little hands.

   The lawyers running around, yelling into the phone aimlessly. The press standing around the hospital doors, attempting to find some leverage for their Daily Mail article. And most importantly, my parents who are currently under investigation in prison. For now, of course.

    A grin passed my lips, lingering there for a few moments before Annie shots me a look, and it immediately falls hidden away from sight. She's terrified. Unable to process the current situation well, her hands are shaking but I know some part of her is glad this is all over, the content family façade, the true personality of our parents is out.

    All thanks to Caleb.

    My hands are busted all sorts of colours, the side of my face bruised slightly, like I had been hit repeatedly with tremendous force. Which is precisely what occurred.

    My dad had opened the door, after five minutes. The police were already on their way,I answered all sorts of questions the woman had as I waited impatiently for the police to break the doors down.

    But they didn't come quick enough considering the fact my father had kicked the door open , with a knife on his hand. I remember the sudden sense of alarm rushing through me, like that moment will cut off any source of  oxygen. Meaning, I would be dead.

    He attacked me. Like an animal, jumped right on me, with my mum screaming on the background, not knowing what to do. I sat underneath him, my heart throbbing with pain but I gave him no satisfaction of that emotion. Instead, I stared dully into his face as his first repeatedly greeted my face.

    I should have felt the pain, I should have been screaming. But I truly couldn't master a proper emotion, I felt dead that my own father would press his knuckles onto my cheek. So i stared, and stared until the police arrived and yanked him off me.

   But I was already battered, lips bleeding, eye swollen. All sorts of damage that I couldn't quite feel well. However, I acknowledged it's existence.

   After they placed my parents into the police cars, the ambulance arrived. But before anyone can touch me or test my wounds, I felt the heaviness in my head, and soon greeted the floor, unconscious.

    So, here I am. In the hospital, the news open on the small TV sitting on the corner. My sister sat on one of the couches, fiddling with her bracelet. The police already took my testimony, and took photos of my bruised face. I showed them the letters my brother wrote, and each one shared a look disheartens by the situation.

    I ignored them. I don't need pity, I need them behind bars. I cant move on knowing they will be able to walk the streets any time soon.

  Even if I have to end up in a orphanage, It would be more of a home than anywhere else.

    "How you feeling?"

   Annie stared, stunned by my sudden interest on her emotions. I truly do not care how she feels at the moment, simple and harsh, yet truthful. She may have helped me, but she also helped my parents.