Misunderstood

Chapter 2: Years Later

Years later, Reece and Autumn have been revealed to Siobhan's knowledge. Somehow, she was younger than both and yet, Reece insisted on annoying her every chance he got.

"Mum, what a lovely surprise." He smirked, watching his dad's girlfriend walk in. He could've sworn he saw a bruise on her shoulder but she fixed her shirt before he could see again.

"Stop calling me that. I'm just here to give you something from your father." She rolled her eyes and handed him the paper.

He read it and groaned. "Another fee increase?! You do realize I have to hear all these complaints instead of you and Dad."

"That's why we do this. Amusement at its finest." She scoffed and left, her heels clicking through the halls. They were the only thing making her feel like she wasn't shorter than everyone else. Which she was.

Her phone was constantly buzzing in her pocket and she took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes Roger?" She sighed.

"You should answer the first time I fucking call. I shouldn't have to more than once!" He yelled, his words slurring. She flinched as he raised his voice.

She tried to calm him but he only got louder, demanding she come home this instant. She tried to explain that she hadn't been to the Nursery to give Marjorie the news yet. He just told her to get home and get home now then hung up.

'I guess Marjorie will have to wait...' She thought, fear filling her mind as she drove home. As soon as she walked through the door, she shut her mind off, allowing him to hurt her in every which way.

God, when would this end?

The next few weeks were hard. He was particularly rough with her, making it hard for her to bear the pain. The warm baths that used to work for her lower area didn't work anymore. She walked funny, her legs covered in bruises. She just hoped he'd have pity on her for once.

It was a wild dream though, she knew he wouldn't care.

"Roger, please! Not tonight, I-I just can't!" She begged, tears rolling down her face. He just grinned and shoved her against the wall, twisting her arm behind her back roughly. Her wrist cracked and popped, her shoulder doing the same.

She screamed in pain, her other hand braced against the wall as she scratched against it. He only continued his assault, calling her an taxi to the A&E.

"Get up and go get that fixed. I'm sure you need it." He kicked her stomach as she slid to the floor, sobbing in pain.

She fixed her clothes and stood up, clutching her arm in pain. She stumbled downstairs and grabbed her purse and phone before leaving. The taxi was waiting so she got in and started the journey.

Inside the A&E, the nurse on call immediately took her back, seeing the distress and pain she must've been in. Her wrist was broken in three different places and her shoulder was dislocated. Unfortunately for Siobhan, it needed to be popped back in place. And unfortunately for the nurses, Siobhan was a fighter.

It took two male nurses and four female nurses to hold her down long enough to pop it back in place.

A black haired, green eyed, freckled female nurse soothed her, stroking her hair as she writhed and kicked, trying to fight everyone off.

Grace, the head nurse on call, was sat on her stomach, arm in her hands.

"Stop it!! Please stop!!" Siobhan screamed, tears rolling down her face.

"I'm so sorry, love. We have to." Grace said softly.

"Siobhan? I'm Vivian. Just focus on me, okay, darling?" The black haired nurse spoke. Siobhan looked at her, gasping for air as she sobbed. For her current situation with Roger, pain was not her thing at all.

"3...2...1!" A loud pop sounded in the room and an even louder scream echoed through the halls of the A&E.

"I know, I know, love. You're okay.. Shhh." Vivian ran her fingers through the blonde's hair. The nurses let Siobhan go finally and she curled over into herself, sobbing loudly.

"For such a small woman, she certainly is strong." One of the male nurses was nursing a bloody nose from where Siobhan had kicked him.

"Damian, get out." Vivian sighed, turning her attention back to Siobhan. "Angel, can I see your wrist? I only want to make it better."

"Leave me alone!" She cried, her makeup dripping onto the bedding.

"Alright, I'll be back later to try again. Try and calm down for now, darling." Vivian stood from her knelt down spot on the floor and ushered everyone out.

Out in the hall, Vivian closed the door behind her.

"Sweet jesus, that lady is strong. Her chart says she's 5'0 and 53 kilos." Grace spoke, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"I just wish we didn't have to hold her down, she seems to be going through enough." Damian spoke, wiping his nose with a paper towel, making sure to get all of the blood off.

"Me either. But I've seen her somewhere, I just can't figure out where."

"I don't know but she must like you enough because once you started talking, she calmed slightly." Another nurse, Eliza, spoke up.

"Viv just has that affect on people." Grace smiled and everyone agreed.

"I'm gonna go check on her, see if I can get her to let me look at that wrist. It's definitely broken." Vivian sighed, tying her hair back. She was prepared for a fight with that Siobhan.

"Please no!" Siobhan cried, curling into herself again.

"It's okay, love, it's just me and only me. I need to see your wrist, alright? I won't hurt you at all or restrain you. Just want to make it all better." It was like talking to a toddler but it worked.

"Okay.." She sniffled, holding her wrist out to Vivian. The nurse just smiled, holding her arm softly as she checked the area.

"I'm going to press a few spots, it will hurt but I promise, I'll try to be gentle." Viv spoke.

She did as she said she would, gently pressing down on a few spots. Siobhan snatched her arm away as she hissed, clutching it to her chest.

"You poor thing. I'll get you an xray then we can bandage that up nice and tight, alright?"

Siobhan didn't respond, staring at her lap. Vivian just patted her shoulder and left the room. Something about this woman just made her want to stay close at all times.

She felt a sense of protection for her. Who would hurt this already shattered soul?