Where I Stand

Teagan (pt 2)

I sat in my room alone in the dark, hoping the day wouldn't come. This is the third week I've been in my room. I haven't left since me and my mom last talked, and nobody has knocked or come in either. All the things I'd said about myself were true, 100% true. I hate my life, my parents, everything, even myself. 

Just as the thoughts started to settle in there was a knock at the door. About damn time, I thought. 

"What?" I snapped.  

My mom opened the door. She sat down on the bed next to me. Get ready for the bullshit. 

"Teagan, your father and I were talking the other day...and we decide we'd start taking you to therapy." She smiled softly. 

I knew that smile was meant to be warming but I could see right through it like cellophane. My rage built up inside me and I stood up.  

I clenched my fist and cleared my throat, "...After 10 years, you finally decide to help? Are you fucking blind woman?! Look at me!" I pilled up my sleeve revealing all the cuts going from my wrist to my forearm. 

"It's all that bastard's fucking fault anyways!" I pointed at my dad in the doorway who looked like a deer caught in headlights.  

I looked him in the eyes, "You know what you did and it disgusts me, hiding it from your own wife who has no damn clue!" 

Tears streamed down my cheeks, I'd completely snapped, letting out the secrets that I pushed further and further in the back of my mind; everything that'd happened 10 years ago. My mother slowly turned to my father with wide eyes. 

"John, what is he talking about?" she asked with a shaky voice. My father hung his head and began to cry. 

"These hands...have done the unspeakable to our son...not only my hands...but my body as well." he said. 

My mother, fighting back tears clasped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened even more and she broke down. I couldn't take it in there anymore. I hated to leave my mom crying like that but I didn't care anymore. I pushed myself up off the bed and left them standing there in silence. 

I ran out of the house with my keys, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and jeans ignoring the cold rain pelting my skin. With nothing but that I kept forward, it was the only direction I could look. Unaware of my surroundings, I took another step forward only to be smacked into the asphalt. 

I could only think about how I didn't belong anywhere, how stupid it was of my father to confess he'd been raping me constantly for 10 years, how no one really cared for me. At this point, I knew things weren't going to get better. After about 10 minutes someone had picked me up. The pair of arms tightened around my waist and threw me over their shoulder. Surprisingly I was extremely calm even thought there was a complete stranger carrying me to god knows where. 

I tried to recognize myself with the hands around my waits. They were quite large; the fingers that gripped me ever so tightly felt thick, like a man's. My voice broke through the silence floating in the crisp, cold air. 

"Um, Mr. where are we going?" I asked, still unable to see.  

"To get you help, my car isn't that far from here." He replied. His voice was deep and a little raspy; I guessed he was at least 18. He lowered me into his car as gently as he could. 

"We'll be at there hospital soon, don't worry." He whispered. 

With that said I threw my head back and fell asleep. 

-- 

What felt like decades later, I'd finally waken up and was able to see. I looked around familiarizing myself with the surroundings: white curtains, white tiles, white door, ect. It soon made sense that I was in a hospital. I felt different for some reason, like I was outside of my body. Amber's back, I thought.  

Just then, a guy walked into the room. He was rather tall, had a muscular build, and was wearing a black muscle shirt with jeans. A handsome fellow he was, with dirty blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes that seemed deeper than the sea. 

"You okay?" he asked making his way towards the bed. 

I nodded, "Thanks for bringing me here...um..." Amber stammered. 

"Sam, and you?"  

"Um..Te-I mean Amber." I smiled. 

He chuckled, "Never knew that was a boy's name." 

I had to get back to sleep before Amber started getting crazy, and when I said crazy I meant seductive; what can I say, the girl's a man-eater. That girl would throw herself onto every guy, any age. I must say thought, Sam was actually pretty hot.  

The door opened breaking through my thought; it was my parents.  

"Teagan!" My mom came running towards me.  

She hugged me and began stroking my cheek with her thumb. She sniffled and became blurry eyed. Get ready for the waterworks, I thought.  

"Sorry...it's Amber." Amber muttered. 

My mom's eyes narrowed and her smile dropped. 

She scowled under her breath, "So you're still doing this, putting up this stupid front." 

My dad broke in, "Cheri, to say that to our own son disappoints me...it's a serious condition." 

"John, to do that to our own son!" she retorted. 

She stopped while she was ahead and left the room to keep from saying more. My dad fiddled with his phone acting as if that didn't just happen. 

"Teagan, says he's sorry for not being normal," Amber started, "But, I don't care if you don't like me and Alice's existence, oh well, you can never get rid of us." She said harshly showing she wasn't afraid of her.  

For once I wished I could escape my body and create a new one.

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See! it somewhat got better for Tegan, with the whole meeting Sam thing. :D

Character of the chappie is SAM! *drool* Hot DAMN is he hawt!

Name : Sam Murphy

Age: 18

Birthday : January 4th 

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Favorite Color: Red

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