The other way around

Four

Dean P.O.V.

I woke up with a huge headache, I opened my eyes and I grunted when the bright light hit my eyes. What the fuck happened?

"You're awake, here, have some water." Slowly opening my eyes again I saw that it was Athena that was by my side with a cup of water. She brought it close to me and I drank from the straw.

"What happened?"

"You tell me, one second you were telling me you were okay the next you coughed blood and passed out in the middle of the street."

"Where am I?"

"In my house."

"You have a hospital in your house?" I asked looking around.

"Yep."

"How long have I been out?"

"Almost three days."

"What? I have to get home." I said and started to sit, and then the pain hit making me lay down again.

"Stupid, stop moving. You're not going anywhere. DOC." She shouted.

"Yes, boss." A man said once he was inside the room.

"Give him something for the pain." The man checked my vitals and gave me two pills that I took with water.

"Boss?" I asked when the man was gone.

"Yes, I'll tell you another day. Tell me what happened. You have broken ribs that almost killed you, if I wasn't there you would've died."

"I wish you weren't there." I said looking at the ceiling.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Nothing. I need to get home, my father is waiting for me."

"To give you another beating?"

"How did you- No." I said quickly.

"I knew someone was beating you, not who though but now I do. Why?"

"Why what?" I asked.

"Why do you let him? You're tall and have muscles so why?"

"Look thank you, but I really have to go."

"You're not going anywhere. If I have to put you in an induced coma I will." The fuck? I looked at her and only now did I realize she was not wearing her suit or sunglasses.

Her eyes are light green, she has a scar on her left eye and in her throat, maybe that's why she uses sunglasses it takes attention from her neck. She is still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

"You know that you're only making things worse, right?" I asked her.

"Not if you don't go back. Never. Want to tell me what happened?"

"Not really but if I don't you will probably give truth serum or something."

"Well, I can't say I didn't think about that." So I told her what happened to my mother. All about that day, and my dad's behavior.

"Because a fucking puppy, god I'm so stupid." She stayed there listening to me.

"It's was not your fault." That was the only thing she said.

"Yes it was if I had stayed there next to her she would be alive and my dad wouldn't-" I stopped myself.

"He wouldn't what?"

"It doesn't matter, it's my fault. He has every right to treat me the way he does."

"Dean you were four, you didn't know anything. It was her time. Stop blaming yourself. Later today I'm going to your house to get your things. Look at me Dean, It. Is. Not. Your. Fault." She said and I give her a small nod.

Maybe just maybe I can believe her.

"What happened to you?" I said, referring to her scars.

"This one was my foster parents that threw a beer bottle to my head." Foster parents? Did they hit her?

"And the other?" I said looking to her neck.

"Some guy didn't like to have me as his boss." I nodded. I don't know what to think, she won't let me leave.

"Thank you." I said.

"For what?"

"For bringing me here I guess."

"You're welcome. I'm going to let you rest. If you need anything call Doc and he will call me." She said and got out.

I stayed there for two hours just looking at the ceiling. I can't stay here, I just can't. Doc came one hour ago and gave me pain medicine, so I'm numb to it all. Slowly I sat on the bed I found my clothes in a chair and put them on. I left the room, there was no one around. I went upstairs and still, I found no one.

I made it outside there were two guys all in black near a gate but I went there and somehow they let me go without questioning me. I walked for almost one hour before I got home. I stopped on the porch and took deep breaths, after fifteen minutes I got in.

He wasn't home yet, the house was a mess, there were bottles everywhere. I started cleaning. I picked every bottle, every piece of trash that was on the floor. Then I washed the dishes and the floors, it looks more like a home now. I stopped what I was doing when I heard the door open and close.

"Where have you been boy?"

"In the hospital father."

"Who said you could go there? A murderer like can't go to the hospital."

"I'm sorry father."

"Don't call me that. You piece of shit, waste of space. You should be dead." And that's when I felt the first punch.

"You killed her." He shouted at me.

Today was her death anniversary, so the beating will be the worse. It always is at this time of the year. He gave me another that hit me in the jaw, so strong that I lost my balance and fell to the floor.

Punch.

Punch.

Kick.

Kick.

There was blood all around me, and I was starting to see black dots. The pain meds were fading and the pain was excruciating. And then he was ripped away from me, last thing I remember was people in black dragging my father away from me.

"Fuck, why would you come back Dean?" I heard a female voice say, but was already out.

Maybe I will die now.