Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 16

Hey my lovely readers, college is sooo stressful. Seriously it's a trap to grow up and start an independent life. Just stay forever young and eat sugar while bouncing off the walls.

Genevieve's Pov

Slowly peeling my eyes open as the bright light causes me to close them. Squinting as my pupils take time to adjust to the patterned glow. Looking at my surroundings as I recognize the plain, white walls of the hospital room that I seem to still be in. My ugly, mint green gown sticks to my body in clumps of sweat. Unsticking my gown and thin blanket from my heated body. My eyes unfocus and refocus as everything shifts in balance.

"Well afternoon Miss. Payne." An american accent floats in my ears.

Rubbing my eyes viciously as my ears ring. "Mornin." I reply as my eyes focus.

I now see it's Hotch standing in the doorway with JJ along with him. A bright smile spreads across my face, one that hasn't been seen in a long time. "Hotch!" I shout. "JJ" I exclaim clapping my hands.

"Happy to see us, huh?" JJ's head tilts with a small smile playing on her pink lips.

"You bettcha. I've missed you guys. It's been awhile since I've seen you guys." I express. "Where's everyone else?"  I ask craning my neck to try to look out the door.

"They're talking to Liam and his friends." Hotch answers with sad eyes.

"Oh." I say casting my eyes down to the thin blanket. 

"We wanna ask you some questions is that okay?" JJ asks gently. She uses that mother voice that I use to long for but now I seem to despise it. I let a low growl out mainly one of frustration.

"What's wrong?" JJ questions tenderly.

"Don't talk to me like that." I spit crossing my arms over my chest with my eyes in slits.

JJ's eyes turn into hurt and confusion as she moves closer to me. I flinch away my eyes cast over a memory of what my mother turned into.

*flashback*

She grabs my arm forcefully and drags me across the small house. I'm a small child with small arms and legs. Small, pale toes stomp on the wooden floor as she drags me towards the front door. I'm screaming and yelling, momma ignores my pleas as she yanks me along. The low morning light burns my eyes as they take time to adjust. My sobs turns into wails of desperation. She throws me on to the front yard, the moist dew soaks my tiny feet and makes me shiver. My overalls are ragged and my thin shirt no longer lives on my torso. Daddy made me get rid of it awhile, telling me naughty girls don't get shirts. That they don't deserve to be properly dressed since they don't deserve it. 

"Stay down." Her foots stomps on my torso. Gasping in pain as she does one stomp to my stomach.

Ignoring her mean directions I try to stand once more. "I said stay down, your father will be coming home and I want him to see what I've added to the latest addition of your punishment." Her voice rough with excitement.

The world around me is dark but the lamps illuminate a certain glow that tells me its morning. Daddy's going to be home soon as momma says. Daddy scares me, sometimes his fingers  grip too high on my thighs as his hands smack down onto my already hurt face. Mommy forces me to stay down by wrapping her hand around my neck. I begin to choke and gasp for air. Her eyes are glazed over from some sort of bad thing in her system; they call them drugs. Headlights shine on mommy's face, daddy's home. My body shakes underneath her extremely tight hold. My petite hands claw at her large women hands, she keeps a strong hold.