Closer to Hope

Chapter 18

"What the fuck?" Chris asked me, in an almost inaudible tone.

All I could do was look down at the floor. Which was now covered in blood. I guess I hit the nail a little too hard. But what can I say I was extremely pissed off, from what my mother said to me. And then I felt a whole new set of emotions.

My chest became tight, and my body became fuzzy and extremely shakey. Loss of blood or an anxiety attack? Probably both.

I sat down on the floor right then and waited for Chris to yell at me. I hope he doesn't, I really don't need that right now. But hey maybe I deserve it?

"Please tell me why you decided to punch the house?" He asked me in a louder tone.

"Well....you see... I really dispise my mother right.... Now and I just....I..... Needed to get... My anger... Out." I said between sniffles. Wow I was crying hard. I felt really bad having Chris see me like this, and bleeding all over his floor.

"And do you think there was a better way to do so than this?" He pointed at my hand.

"Impulse... I... Guess." I replied.

He sighed and walked over to me. He reached for my hand but I put it behind my back.

"Let me take care of it, it's my fault." I said a bit calmer.

"If you do not let me take care of it, I will call the ambulance and make them do it." Chris walked closer to me, and I unwillingly gave him my hand. "Okay so you need to get stitches." He looked at me and then kissed my forehead. He picked me up swiftly into a bridal carry and went out the door and to his car.

I hate doctor's, they scare the shit out of me. And because of my decision, I have to go to there house of torment. And not the good kind 😈
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We arrived at the hospital, even though I tried to get Chris to turn around. I tried to prove to him I was fine, even though I kept fading in and out.....wonderful.....

We parked and he got out of the car and walked around to my side and opened the door for me. He held out his hand and I reluctantly grabbed it.

He has good intentions, I have to keep that in mind.

We walked up to the doors and just as they opened, I squealed and tried to go in the opposite direction. But I couldn't, Chris had his arms around me before I got the chance to get away.

Fuck.... This

He slightly pulled me to the check in and signed me in.

"The doctor should be here soon." She said to Chris and winked.

Bitch... Did not.

I stood up too fast, and fell right back into the chair. If I was in the right condition she would be done.

She smirked at me, and went back to her stupid receptionist job. Dumb bitch.

Chris looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just glared passed him at the bimbo behind the front desk.

He walked over to me, coughed to get her attention, put a finger under my chin to lift my head up, and kissed me deeply.

"You are mine, and I am yours, and there isn't any way, or any one that could change that. Okay?" He looked into my eyes, and then kissed my forehead.

I giggled and nodded. Damn straight.

We heard a snapping noise and looked over, the receptionist was fuming, and trying to hide it.
HA! Let her be jealous. HE IS PERFECT. And allll mine.

Chris sat down next to me right as the doctor came through the over sanitized double doors.

"Come on back and let's have a look at you shall we?" The doctor motioned to follow him.

Did he have to be so creepy about it?

I followed him, more like was drug toward him by Chris.

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"That wasn't so bad was it, do you want a lollipop?" The doctor asked me, I glared at him.

"Maybe if it tasted like your soul." I muttered under my breath. Chris laughed quietly.

The doctor handed Chris a paper for a prescription for pain meds. I guess 23 stitches isn't too good. He then handed me a cherry lollipop, and smiled at me like I was 5 years old.

Really?

I grabbed Chris' hand with my good one, and damn near drug him to the car.

"Can we get tea? That lollipop tastes like hospital." I begged Chris. He nodded and smiled. He then turned up Angel with the Scabbed Wings by Marilyn Manson and started singing along.

This is nice even though my hand hurts.