Chapter 7: Mia

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I open my eyes and see bright white light. I groan at the thought. It hurts to breathe, why does it hurt to breathe? Where the hell am I? Where's my Yankees cap?

It all comes rushing back to me like a flood. Walking down the ally, those fucking thugs circling me. Shit! I never made it to Bonnie's. I hope she's okay.

"Mia." A voice says and I looks around.

"Victoria?" I wonder and she grabs my hand.

"Yeah it's me, baby girl." Vicy's voice is soft.

"Where in the blue fuck am I?" I wonder and she laughs.

"The hospital." She tells me and I groan.

"How bad am I?" I wonder.

"Some broken ribs, a broken wrist, tons of bruises, and some staples. They said they've seen car crash victims with less damage." Vic says. "They found heroin in your blood, why?"

"They probably drugged me, there was like six of them." I explain. "I think I got a good swing on a couple of them."

"Bruce is worried sick, you're like his baby sister or somethings." She says. "Minnie, your folks are here."

I sit up and instantly regret it. I cry out in pain before splaying back down.

"I-I-I I don't want to see them." I manage to get out and the heart rate machine goes insane.

My mind is flooded with images of my old man beating me up and my mom drinking and snorting cocaine. Vicy try's to calm me down but nurses come in anyways. They give me meds to go back to sleep but before I disappear I hear her promise.

They won't come near you, Minnie. I promise.

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