Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 27

Selena's P.O.V.

I haven't seen my dad in almost two years. Today, I finally get to see him once again. People don't know the truth about what happened to my dad, that's why I dislike most of them. Yes, he used to beat me till I was bleeding. Yes, he is now locked up in an mental institution. But there's way more to that then just summary's everyone goes around telling.

It wasn't intentional. He didn't know what he was doing. And I don't blame him for anything.

"I won't go in with you, Selena." my mom says, not even bothering to look me in the eyes.

We sit in her car, in the hospital parking lot.

"What? Mom, you know they won't let me see him if you aren't present!" I shout at her.

"I WON'T GET NEAR HIM!"

"YOU FUCKING SAID IF I STAYED THE NIGHT AT HOME AND LISTENED TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY, YOU WOULD LET ME SEE HIM!"

Which I did! Last night, I listened to her; every single word she had to say. None of it was much interest to me but I listened regardless! She went on about how she regretted all the past things she's done, how she wants to move past it all. She thinks her unborn baby is the key to some new fucking world.

"Please understand, Marie! I can't, I just CAN'T!"

How can she move on from the past if she won't confront anything?!

"YOU PROMISED! THIS IS WHY I DON'T TRUST YOUR BITCH ASS!" I yell at her before I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Selena, wait." she sighs, grabbing a hold of my hand just as I was about step out of the car.

I look her straight in the eyes. "Yesterday you told me that you wanted me back in your life. . . This is how you start."

She blinks away the sadness from her eyes. "O-okay. . . But I have to keep my distance, I won't put my baby at risk."

I step out of the car, rolling my eyes. "He won't hurt you."

"Selena," she shoots me a serious look.

"He's not a monster." I growl.

She sighs and nods, but I know she doesn't agree. "Let's go in."

My mom takes her sweet time walking into the hospital as I try my best not to run. I clump the hem of my blouse to try and hide my shaky, sweaty hand. This is nerve racking. I haven't seen my dad, the man who raised me, in two fucking years. I wonder if he's changed at all.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the lady at the front desk asks politely.

"U-um uh- we're here to visit. . . Ricardo Gomez." my mom stutters, I swear she's more nervous than I am.

"Oh, did you get permission from his doctor?" she ask, typing onto her computer.

"Y-yes."

"Okay, it says here he signed for only two visitors; for a minimum of one hour." she informs us.

"Yes, that's fine."

"Okay," she smiles. "Follow me this way, you'll have to leave all your items here and go through the monitor. Then, Ms.Gee will escort you to the visitors room."

•

The visitors room is plain as fuck. The walls are white yet dirty so they look a little yellow. The floors are white tiles. There's only two tables with four chairs for each table. The tables and chairs are plastic.

Wow. . . Precaution I presume.

"Oh, my God. . ." my mom gasps softly.

I glance at her but then follow her eyes.