Brett led me forcefully out to the (new?) black SUV in the driveway. He threw me in the back and Jenna was there too, her leg all cleaned up. I hope she was seeing a doctor soon too. Brett turned on the car and I noticed the windows were all blacked out, and the only seat was the drivers seat. I guess he's doesn't like passengers or something. I hugged Jenna and WOULD NOT let go. She tried pushing me away but no way was I going to let her go right now. He turned on that stupid pop station again and this time he was SINGING! What a dork. I tried to giggle, only because Jenna was cracking up. How could she be okay now? She got shot in the leg like 4 hours ago! I'm stil l shaking from everything. Whenever he looks at me, I feel as though I'm about to throw up.
I want to get away from here so badly, It's terrible. I'm only on my second day here. As we drove, I attempted to look out the window, it didn't work out too well, but I really wanted to see the real world. It now intrests me that people can walk down the street without someone looming over them or telling them what to do, or where to go. I miss my family, except for Jenna because she's here. After about an hour, we turned into what seemed to be a parking lot. I jumped at the thought of getting out of the car, it was getting stuffy and boring.
The door opened..YES! and Brett was there. Sadly. He grabbed my hand and put his strong arm around my waist so he could have full control of my body. Jenna followed behind quickly, she resembled a lost puppy the way she walked, and the look on her face. He shoved me forward with every step, because my steps were reluctant. We walked in, and the place we were at looked like same exact, almost a replica of my clinic at home. The only difference was the slightly plump blonde receptionist, the normal one at my clinic had blue hair. Brett didn't even look at the receptionist, he just dragged me and Jenna into where the doctors usually are. He pushed me into a room and took Jenna by his side to another room. I was scared, but I remembered he promised me he wouldn't touch her. He'd better not,or I will hurt him, no, I will kill him.
A young man of about 24 walked in wearing an obviously fake doctor's costume and asked to check my heartbeat. I knew this was a perverted way of him getting to feel me up and I immediatel refused. He then asked me to look at my back and I thought "Why not?" So I let him, he cleaned my wounds and pulled more glass out. I winced as he pulled one of the biggest shards out, but it was worth it. He finished cleaning up and wrapped gauze around my entire body and told me if I changed it every 3 hours and took a medication (apparently steroids, or they resembled them), I would be fine in about 2 days.
