Broken and Fixed

Prologue

I, Meghan Daniels, cannot remember a time when my life was normal.

Even when I was at the young age of five, I knew my family had issues. Every evening my parents would get into arguments over the stupidest situations. Each time Dom, my older brother, would take me outside and I was happily oblivious to the chaos that was unfolding inside. The same thing happened every morning and every afternoon until I was eight. That's when things got really bad.

Every once in a while, my dad would come home drunk after partying with his friends and he would just explode. My mother was no longer the one being yelled at, it was me. He seemed to snap out of the act of playing 'daddy' and I was no longer his little princess. He ignored my mother and yelled at me to the point of me crying myself to sleep.

As I got older, it only got worse. The father figure that I so desperately needed was not there for me. He was the one causing the pain.

One day when I was in eighth grade my dad picked me up from school. He hadn't picked me up from anything since pre-school. I noticed immediately that the car reeked of alcohol, but I shrugged it off. That was a mistake. Soon, I heard how much he was slurring his words and realized how drunk he was. So much for the nice gesture.

Before I could say anything, he was speeding through a red light and we crashed into another car; hard.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room with my arm in a sling. Soon I became more aware of my surroundings. The bright lights, the white walls, and the smell of anesthetics. I was in the hospital. I then saw my mother and Dom in chairs next to my bed. Wait, where was my father?

When my mom saw that I was awake, she spoke up, reading my mind.

"He's being treated right now. There's a trial Wednesday to determine whether or not he goes to jail."

Processing what I had just heard I slowly nodded. So this was it. No more yelling. No more being hit. No more hurting. No more pain.