during the past week i've gotten really used to the hospital. the nurse, joy, really got on my nerves. she kept talking and talking and didnt seem to be much older than me. she must not be qualified for working here.
Ashton was still in the hospital but he was forced out of my room to make a phone call to my dad.
God. i didnt want to see this. he would just yell at me and make me clean up the mess he made from throwing things during his rage.
since the divorce dad had always had a new girl spend the night with us. i never saw the same girl twice. but in actuality i hadnt ever seen the girls up close. i would be locked in my room.
my door had a lock on the outside not the inside. i had gotten used to being punished by being locked in here for hours and sometimes days.
joy was still talking. something about roses and turkey. thats when i realised, i'm starving. i hadnt eaten in the past three or four days. truth be told we never had any food in the house. the only fridge in the house was in dads room.
dad never acted like this when mom was around but honestly she was exactly the same when dad wasnt around. she used his money to cover herself in tatoos and when dad was on trips she would bring guys home. in her case though i saw the same guy every time.
after the divorce she started dating him and now they live together in texas.
Ashton came back into the room and looked at me with sad eyes.
"your dad said that he's done with you. you cost him too much money with these hospital visits and he doesnt know why i saved you because youre so useless that he wouldnt mind if you died..."
