Ch. 13

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TW: abuse, swearing, drinking, hospital

Karl POV

Im sorry. We're the only words I wrote before I got up and left in a hurry.

My dad was coming home tonight and I had to be home when he got there.

If he wasn't coming home I could've stayed for a sleepover but it's my dad not my mom.

My mom doesn't care as long as I text her but my dad is a whole different story.

—— flashback——

I was staying over at a friends house I was in 2nd grade.

My friends mom messaged my mom who said it was ok.

Me and my friend ran up the stairs screaming about the new video game we were going to play.

The next morning my friends mom drives me home. I thank her for letting me stay over and for driving me home.

When I walk in the door I yell "mom, dad I'm home!"

I walk further into the house confused as to why there hasn't been any response.

I then walk into the kitchen and see my mom lying there she's not bleeding she's breathing and she has a pulse she's just unconscious.

I then walk around the house more to see if my dad knows about my mom in the kitchen. Then I find him he's sitting on the couch.

I start talking "hey dad I don't kn-"

I was cut off before I could finish my sentence my dad stands up towering over me clearly drunk out of his mind.

He walks towards me I back up until I hit the wall.

Im stuck.

I can't move.

Im cornered.

I can't do anything.

Then he starts yelling.

"You think it's ok to come in late after I told you specifically to be home at 7?! I told you to be home at 7pm yesterday not 12am today!"

I start crying and whimpering.

Im scared.

This hasn't ever happened before.

I close my eyes in attempt to stop the tears from falling. It doesn't work.

"Don't cry! You shouldn't be crying!"

I can't stop I don't respond then not long after the silence a sharp pain shoots through me.

I wince at the pain.

He does it again and again.

I wake up what feels like minutes later to bright lights and white walls and a ceiling I don't recognize.

I make an attempt to sit up but it doesn't work I'm pushed back down.

Seconds later someone walks in, they have pastel pink that goes down just past their shoulders and blue green eyes

Then they start speaking.

"Hi my name is Nurse Niki. Can you tell me your name?" The way they speak is soft and comforting I shake my head, I don't feel like talking.

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