Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 26

<Xavier's p.o.v>

I woke up extra early in the morning.

Today was the day where Hope came out of hospital for good.

And I couldn't contain my excitement.

After all she's been through, she deserves something good in her life.

Which was why I had resolved to throw her a surprise party.

<Hope's p.o.v>

I woke up back in my hospital bed.

The beeping was still there.

I was still trapped.

I didn't try anything this time, I just curled into a protective ball.

Later, a nurse came in to tell me that I would be having an operation on my lungs.

She tried to explain, but she wasn't talking English.

I just nodded my head and pretended to understand.

What I actually understood was that my lungs were damaged because of him.

But thats all I needed to know that I wanted this operation.

I wasn't going to be put down because of him.

But before the nurse left, I grabbed a notepad and one that was sitting beside my bed and wrote out a question that had popped into my head.

Where am I going to live after I'm released from hospital?

The nurse looked at me with sympathy.

"Since you have no living relatives in a fit state to look after you, you will be placed into foster care."

In that moment, it was like the whole world stopped.

Any thought of being free after Harvey was destroyed.

These people still had control over me, and I was never going to escape from their grasps.

The nurse left with a curt nod and I was left alone with my whirlwind of thoughts.

It was deafening.

I hated my life.

I hated it so fucking much.

But I never had any control over that.

I never have any control over anything.

And I am just so fed up of it.

So, so fed up.

* * *

10:00am. Operation time.

I still wanted to go through with this operation.

I wouldn't let Harvey affect me.

So I went into the operation.

I was put to sleep, so I don't remember anything.

I just remember coming out of the other side of the operation with breathing that had never felt better.

But then I was to be released into the care home.

It didn't happen straight away, fist I got some time to 'recover' from the operation.

Then, a detective came in and asked me questions.

I hated that the most out of anything.

The questions brought back so many memories of pain and torture.

I hated it.

He asked me why I wouldn't talk.

He asked me why I didn't tell anyone.

He asked me too much and my head was spinning by the end of the interrogation.

Then, Xavier visited.

He rushed to me side and grabbed my hand.

I squeezed it.

"Did the operation go okay?" He asked me, his voice ridden with worry.

I smiled and nodded at him.

He nodded too.

There was a silence.

Neither of us wanted to address the elephant in the room;

I was going into foster care.

"Hope... Are you going to be okay?" He asked me.

No, no I am not. I feel broken into a billion pieces and I don't think I can even handle life anymore.

I put on a false smile and nodded, trying to seem as honest as possible.

Xavier relaxed slightly, but he could still sense that something was wrong.

"Just, if you ever need to talk, I will always be here for you. Always."

My eyes teared up at his kindness and I nodded a final time before he left my side.