Listen To Your Heart ~ Book One.

I Hate You part 2

"That's enough!" (Billie's mother says.)

"More than enough." Billie's father says. "I'm telling both of you now, to put aside your differences with each other and work together if needed, to help Billie. Are we clear?"

(Finneas and I reluctantly agree.)

"Mind telling me what has been tried? I mean as far as Billie's rehab goes?" (I ask.)

"Her family and I take her around the hospital in her wheelchair." Claudia says. "The doctors are saying she needs to try to walk, but she refuses to try. Says she's in too much pain."

"Yeah. She's been asking about her dog. Wants to see him. The hospital won't allow it of course." (Finneas says.)

"Would they allow her to see the dog if it helped her rehab?" (I ask.)

"They might. We'd have to okay it with the doctors of course. You have a plan?" (Billie's father asks.)

"Yea. I got a plan."

(The next day at the hospital. Billie is brought into the rehab facility at Zuckerburg General hospital. She is not in a good mood.)

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU BRING ME HERE FOR, YOU STUPID BITCH!" (She yells at the nurse.) "I TOLD YOU DUMB FUCKS NOT TO BRING ME HERE!"

"Billie...I'm just doing my job. You have to at least try."

"I WON'T! I WON'T! I WON'T!! FUCK OFF ALREADY!!" (Billie screams.)

"Get your fat ass out of the chair."

(Billie turns her head to see me standing near the door. Holding a large bag by its handles.)

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! I HATE YOU!!"

"You want me to leave? Okay." (I sit the bag down and reach into it.)"Guess you don't want to see your dog then."

(Billie's eyes light up at the sight of her bulldog.)

"Shark! Bring him to me. I want to hold him!"

"No."

"What the fuck you mean...no?"

"No."

"GIVE ME MY FUCKING DOG, DAVID!"

"No. You didn't say please."

"FUCK YOU!"

(I walk over to the balancing bars with the dog in my arms. I put him on the floor, in the middle of the balancing bars, and tie his strap to the bar above. Then I walk over to Billie's wheelchair. She glares at me, pure hatred in her eyes. She obviously didn't like being told no.)

"You want your dog? Alright."

(I push her wheelchair over to the bars, then engage the brakes on the wheels. I move the footrests away from Billie's feet. Then step back.)

"Get out of your chair and go to him."

"I CAN'T!"

"Why?"

"BECAUSE IT HURTS ME TOO MUCH TO MOVE, YOU STUPID FUCK!!"

"Then let me help you."

"FUCK OFF!"

"Suit yourself."

(Billie's family and Claudia slip thru the rehab doors.)

"HE WON'T GIVE ME MY DOG!"

"I offered to help you. You made your choice."

"FINE!"

(Billie tries to stand, but falls back into her chair, breathing hard.)

"THERE...I TRIED! NOW GIVE ME MY FUCKING DOG!!"

"Try again."

(Billie's face turns red with anger, and she starts beating on the arms of her wheelchair.)

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!" (Billie screams at me. Her family had never seen her so angry in her life.)

"Good. You're angry. Use your hatred towards me to get out of that chair."

"I TRIED! ARE YOU BLIND AND STUPID?"

(I walk over to Billie's chair.)

"Put your arms around my neck. I'll help you up."