The Broken Girl

Chapter 18: Our Truth

Jaylee
I was wheeled out the hospital as my parents, The Carolines and Malina, talked with the doctor. Orlando stood by my side.

"Dad, I'm going with Orlando." I said looking over to my dad.

"After he got you shot at and shot, Jay, I don't think that's a good idea." My dad stated pulling my wheelchair away from Orlando.

"Dad please, don't do this. After I finished being with him, I'll meet you guys at the airport." My mom, Mrs. Caroline, looked unsure as well.

"Hunny, I don't think he's safe." She said rubbing my shoulder. Orlando stood silently as they bashed him. I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I'll see you guys later." I said as Orlando slowly helped out of the wheelchair.

"Jay think about what you are doing." Dad called, trying to change my mind.

"She old enough to make her own decisions." Malina said speaking up.

"Who are you to say? You haven't been there for her. You wasn't there, when she cried. You wasn't the one, who cared for her, cooked for her, supported her and loved her." Mrs. Caroline said getting closer to my birth mom.

"You abandoned her. You hurt her. You wasn't there for her. You did nothing, when your husband beat her. You did nothing. So, you have nothing to say because you have done nothing." Mrs. Caroline yelled in my birth mom face.

"You will not try to hurt me with your words. I apologized to Jaylee. She forgave me. So, you have nothing to say about me and my daughter." Malina yelled back.

"Legally, she is my daughter. So, I have every right and I'm even paying for your visit at the hospital because I know you don't have that type of money. So, watch your words, honey." Mrs. Caroline shot back. Before my birth mom could say anything, I butted in.

"Stop yelling each other. Mom?" I stated.

"Yes?" Both women answered. I realized my mistake.

"Mrs. Caroline, I'll be at the airport on time." I said looking at her then turning my attention to birth mom.

"Malina, I would really like you in my life." I said giving her my number. I walked over to my dad and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'll be fine." I whispered in his ear. He give me a light squeeze, mindful of my slowly healing and was a little sore womb.

"But you are my little girl. I let you go the first time and you almost didn't come back." Dad said rubbing my hair. "I can't let you go this time."

"Dad, you have to just pray that I come back but I can't blame Orlando for this. This was his father and Justin fault. They hurt me, Orlando didn't." I said looking over to my boyfriend, who watch me carefully.

Since I got shot, Orlando sights have been on me, for what seems every second. Dad let go of me. I watched him grabbed Orlando.

"Dad, what are you doing?" I said walking behind him. Dad grabbed the back of Orlando's neck.

"You take care of my daughter, this time. You hear me?" Dad yelled hitting Orlando in the chest.

Either it was not hard as it looked or Orlando just wasn't phase by it, his facial expression didn't change nor did he look hurt. He mumbled something to my dad. My dad looked at him and walked over to my mom, Mrs. Caroline, while she looked at me with glossy eyes. I sighed and walked over to her.

"What's the matter, mom?" I asked grabbing her hand.

"She will not try to come and play mother now. She will not take you from me. She just isn't going to do it because I refuse to let it happen. She won't hurt you again, as long as I am breathing. "Mom said fiercely wiping her tears. I shook my head.