White Means Hope

Chapter 1: Betrayal

A groan escaped my lips as I felt myself slipping out of a black abyss. Even though my eyes weren't open, I could feel that I was awake. My sense's felt high and vunerable since I could hear even the smallest noise.

Breeeep. Breeeep. 

The sound of the heart monitor next to me was the loudest sound. It was so loud and unexpected that my eyes shot open, and I attempted to sit up. Instantly, I regretted doing so as a killer headache made it's way to my head. I felt dizzy and light headed, and I felt tears blur my eyes. 

"She's up!" squealed a unknown voice, a very high pitched voice. Probably a woman. I wondered why a random woman was in my room, and sounded as happy as my real mom would. 

I slowly opened my eyes again, and lifted my head as slow as possible. Didn't want another headache moment, the one I was awoken with was fading. It felt like a railroad spike was being shoved into my skull, and it wasn't pleasant.

"Honey? You ok?" I heard a male voice ask me. I paused for a minute, and then instantly knew it would be my da--no Robert. I never called him the 'd' word. He didn't deserve the title of being a father anyways. The reason I knew it was Robert was that I had no boyfriend, and most of my friend's hated me for what happened. I whimpered as I thought of the reason that I was in this mess anyways.

I was broke out of my self pity as I heard "Honey? Honey" Being repeated over and over again. It sounded like genuine concern.

It sounded like it, but I knew it wasn't. I was surprised he was even here, I thought he would send me away to another mental hospital.

Flash Back

"Pack your bags!" was screamed in my ear by my Dad. His eye's looked wild, and he looked on the verge of just throwing me out without anything.

"Dad, chill," I said, using my best soothing voice. "Look, why don't we try and work this out. I mean--" I was in the middle of giving a heartfelt explanation before I was interrupted by a slap. I looked at the man in front of me, it couldn't be my dad. The thing that had taken over my mom was taking his place now. My dad never threw me out, my dad never raised a finger to me.

"SHUT UP!" My dad screamed at me as he gave me a frustrated glare. "Pack now--" he started his sentence low and venom filled "--or else I will throw you out without anything," my dad finished with. His voice was calm, and venom filled. It scared me, I would rather have him yell at me. Though, it made me madder. How could this thing do this to me? How could it take both of my parents? 

Though, I knew. I knew, just like I did with my mom, that it was my real Dad in front of me. It was my Dad saying and doing these things. All that did was make anger run through me until it felt like my blood was boiling.

"FINE!" I shouted back. "I will pack and get all of my stuff. But I want you to know, that once you kick me out of here I am never coming back. I will go live with someone else, who knows. And I will do whatever I want since you aren't my guardian then!" I spat at him as I started to grab things from my closet and throw them into a duffel bag.

"Like you listen to me anyways!" My dad spat back. "You go out and party with people that you shouldn't be near, you drink, you smoke, hell you probably do drugs and have lost your virginity years ago!" My dad shouted in my face. I gasped, that was a low blow. I was only 15 going on 16. I was a full virgin, yes I had done the other things, but I did it because I was hurting inside. Didn't he get that? Didn't he noticed the signs?

"Well, it doesn't look like your going to get a say in that anymore!" I said with a hysterical laugh. I was on the verge of hitting my Dad.