Angel

Chapter 9

It took about an hour to get me unhooked from all the machines, which wasn't that pleasurable.

I also got the nurses to give me a bottle filled with the tiny pills from heaven, aka pain meds. My nose and head were constantly throbbing with pain.

My "family" was waiting for me on the bottom floor of the hospital. I was ready to jump off a cliff.

I never wanted to see anyone again. The only person I could slightly handle at the moment was Amy, the nurse. Sad thing was I had just met her about two hours ago.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw my dad talking to my brothers, who were both smiling, looking happy as ever.

Matt and Charlie seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Dad had abandoned us two years ago. I guess my mom had never explained to them why he left, and they just weren't old enough to understand the whole concept.

My dad noticed me walking towards them, the smile disappearing from his face. He made it pretty obvious that he hated me. Not that I really cared. I hated him, too, but it still stung a little to know that my own dad wished I didn't exist.

My brothers noticed me as well, but their reactions were the complete opposite of my Dad's. Their smiles got bigger, and they ran towards me.

They collided with me, wrapping their arms around my torso.

After I thought they were going to squeeze my guts out, I said, "I missed you, too!" They giggled and ran back to Dad without a word.

I just stood there. I didn't want to come with them. I didn't want to interact with my dad. I didn't want to meet Julie. I didn't want to go home.

"Vanessa," my Dad half-yelled across the room, snapping me away from my agonizing thoughts, "it's time to go home."

His tone was stern and daring. If I didn't follow his orders, it would cause trouble, so I used all the effort in me, and dragged myself out of the hospital.

Once we got in the parking lot, a huge wave of temptation came over me. My escape wanted me to visit just as much as I did.

I pushed the thoughts of blood and razors out of my head and got in the mini van my dad had always driven for as long as I could remember.

This car was like my Dad's baby. He always kept it manicured. It didn't have a single scratch on it. When something happened to it, Dad would immediately take it to the auto shop.

The van had tinted windows, a high-tech stereo system, and leather seats. My dad spent more money on this car than he had on anything else; it was his prized possession.

So when I got in the front seat and immediately put my feet up on the dash, which Mom always allowed in her car, he started screaming at me.

"Don't put your damn feet up there! You'll get dirt all over the dash! Both you and your brothers know how nice this van is! From now on, you better fucking respect it."

"It's not like you respect us," I mumbled under my breath, not caring if he heard me or not.

"What did you just say?" he said, obviously getting pissed by the minute.

"It doesn't matter," I sighed. "When do I get to meet this Julie you've been talking about?"

At that, Matt barged into our conversation. I had almost forgotten my brothers were in the back seat. My dad must have to, because Matt's voice made him jump.

"She's so nice. You'll love her Nes!" he said, joy in his voice.

I hated the nicknames people gave me.