Alex's Life

Chapter 12

   My brother never really hated me he just didn't care for me. When I walked in the house he absolutely hated me. He was staring me down and screaming at the top of his lungs about how much he hated me I could tell my parents had lied to him to make him hate me, but that wasn't the worst of it. When I walked in the back door the washer and drier where there just like they had always been, but my dad was standing on the drier. He was yelling and I started to question my decision to come in. "YOU BRAT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU HAVE CAUSED US! YOU ARE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!" Then he jumped at me. The policeman tried to stop him and grabbed him above his head but not before he gave me a very hard blow on my right eye. I stepped back in horror but then I felt very dizzy and lightheaded and I fainted right on the spot.
   I don't remember anything else besides waking up in an emergency room with an ice pack taped to my eye. The nurse walked in, "To bad we can't see that beautiful brown eye of yours."
Yep that was me blonde haired, brown eyed and tanned skin. As I regained consciousness I realized that both Jane and Mr. Morris were in the room.
"Alex are you okay? He went at you pretty hard," said Jane.
"Yeah I'm okay just a little sore," I said as I shifted a little bit in the bed but stopped because it hurt just about everywhere.
"You have a black eye that is swollen shut and you are bruised just about everywhere else,"
the nurse said.
"When will I be able to leave?" I asked the nurse.
"You get to go home tonight since luckily you don't have a concussion but since you are pretty beat up you are going home in a wheel chair, that you will use for about two days. Oh and did I mention the large cut on your leg you seem to have gotten from broken glass," the nurse said. The plate that I dropped the night before was where the broken glass came from when I fainted the glass pierced my leg. The bruises was from my dad escaping the police every time they grabbed him. He went so crazy they couldn't restrain him that well. The crazy thing was that my dad had never hit me before.