Trauma • Carlisle Cullen

Locked (Chapter 2)

My sister and I are talking and someone walks in. I don't look up and I keep talking. Then Max looks over at Dr. Cullen. I look up and his golden brown eyes lock with mine. I don't want to look away.

Dr. Cullen says, "You must be Max's sister, Eleanor."

"You can call me El." I say.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Cullen."

Dr. Cullen looks down at Max. "I need to take you across the hall for some x-rays."

"Ok. See you sis." Max says.

I smile and look at them walk across the hallway. Dr. Cullen looks back at me for a second and then enters the x-ray room.

My mom walks in the room. "Where is she?" She asks.

"She went for some x-rays." I say. "I might walk home before it gets dark. It's only a few streets away."

"Ok honey. Be safe." My mom says.

I walk on the side of the road to my house and 20 minutes later, I'm in my driveway. I grab the keys from under the rug and I walk inside the house. I turn on the light and my father is standing in the kitchen staring at me. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I've come back to apologize." he says. He walks over to me and I back away to the door handle. He slaps my face and I run out of the house. I start running to the hospital. He can't hurt me in there. I turn a corner and it is a dead end. My father is blocking the exit. I try to run past him but he trips me and I fall on the ground and my forehead starts bleeding. I slowly get up and swipe his legs so then he falls and I run to the hospital. 

I get to the hospital and I run to the bathroom and start cleaning my forehead. I wince at the pain as I dab my forehead with a wet, soapy paper towel. When there is no blood on my forehead, I can see a big bruise start to form. I walk out of the bathroom and I see my sister and my mother in the lobby.

I run over to them, "Don't go home!" He's back!

"How did he find us!?" My mother asks.

"I don't know." I say. "I'm gonna call the cops."

"El, please don't." My mother says.

"Mom, you need to let go of him." I say.

My mother sighs. "Fine."

I walk right outside the hospital and dial 911. I tell them about my father and they said that they will protect our house until they find him. 

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Back at our house, there are cops outside and I lay in my bed. I keep asking myself, "what am I?" I ask myself this question every night, hoping that an answer will pop into my head. But it never does. I fall asleep, still thinking.