The cars swerved and tried to avoid each other, but the driver who was texting wasn't fast enough. I quickly grabbed my phone and called 911, as did many onlookers.
"911, what is your emergency?" The operator asked.
"There's been a c-c-car accident o-o-on s-s-second s-street." I stuttered, barely getting it out.
"Okay, I'll send an ambulance out right away. Are you in the wreck, ma'am?"
"N-n-no. But m-m-my mom is." I said right before hanging up and screaming for my mom. As I attempted to run towards where my mom's car was I felt arms wrap around me.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed at the police officer who was holding onto me and staring to lift me off of the ground.
"I'm sorry ma'am but only police and medical technicians are allowed near the scene.
"BUT THAT'S MY MOTHER!" I screamed at the officer, losing all sense of common sense and courtesy I had before.
I felt him tighten his grip as I almost fell to my knees. I would have, but the officer was holding onto me too tightly. I sobbed, not even caring what others saw or thought. Then it all hit me like a bus. My. Mom. Might. Be. Dead. I looked up and started frantically looking for her. I saw her being taken to an ambulance. I started to sob again and felt myself fall to my knees. Then I realized something. If I fell, then I was released by the police officer. I got up and ran towards my mom right before they shut the ambulance doors.
"Please let me ride with my mom." I said, my voice barely above a whisper from all of the crying.
"Of course, ma'am." The EMT told me politely.
"Thank you." I whispered.
When we got to the hospital I immediately called my dad and sisters.
"Is she going to be alright?" I asked, tears streaming freely down my face.
No answer.
"ANSWER ME!" I screamed, almost shaking the nurse by the shoulders.
"I don't know ma'am. We'll see." She said. A smile was on her face which sickened me.
"How can you smile when you have to tell people stuff like "Hey, your mom might die tonight."?" I thought.
My dad and sisters walked in, scoping the room and stopped when Melody saw me. She was the first to run over to me. Then followed my dad, holding Madison. When Melody reached me and squeezed me, crying, she looked up at my face expecting to see me crying.
"Why aren't you crying? Mom could be DEAD!" Melody whisper-yelled the last part into my ear.
I didn't respond. I just looked at her with a sad look on my face. I think she got the point.
"All cried out?" She asked. All I did was nod once and stare towards her. I sat down in the waiting room chairs. Melody sat beside me and Madison came and sat on my lap after refusing to sit by my dad. Oh my god my dad. He must be a nervous wreck. His wife is possibly dead.
"Mar-Mar? Is mommy going to be okay?" Madison asked me, her bottom lip quivering.
"I don't know, Sweetheart. The doctors are trying their hardest to make mommy all better." I replied truthfully.
"If mommy is really hurt then will she die?" She asked.
I let my mouth hang open. I really didn't want to answer that. And I couldn't. I felt locked up. Almost as if someone poured me in super glue. I could only shake, and that was involuntary. I felt my heart race and my muscles clench up. My eyes shut and my breathing sped up. Two words came to mind. Something that has happened to me since I was 15. Panic attack I've had panic attacks since I was 15, yes.
***FLASHBACK***
"Hey, slut!" Matt called from across the room, making his way across the small room. I ran towards the bathroom, hoping to lock myself inside until he leaves.
"You little BITCH! COME OVER HERE!" He was drunk again. I could tell by the way his words were slurred together. I was hiding in the shower with the door locked, looking for something I could break the window open with.
Matt is my abusive Ex. A lot of people say that they had an abusive Ex. and they might have. But Matt took it to a whole new extreme.
He busted down the door easily since the wood was slightly rotted and the hinges were rusty.
We were at a party that he forced me to go to. He forced me to wear the dress, the heels, the make-up, forced me to curl my hair, burning me with the curling iron if I did it wrong. He told me I looked too "Whore-like" for his taste, but then he wouldn't let me change.
"There you are, sweetie." He said with a fake caring look plastered on his face. I had taught myself to know the difference between a fake look and a real look.
"I've missed you." He pulled a knife from behind his back, swiftly moving his hand to my neck, holding me down. If I moved, I would be suffocated, if I didn't I would be stabbed for the 4th time this week.
"Calm down. Everything will be okay if you stay quiet." He looked at my neck, seeing the hickey he gave me just yesterday.
"What is this?" He asked glaring at me angrily. He dug the knife softly into my skin on my stomach. I was too scared to speak. He dug the knife deeper into my skin, drawing blood.
"TELL ME YOU LITTLE WHORE!" I stayed quiet, knowing that the knife would move up to my neck if I spoke.
My best guy friend, Kendall, walked into the room just then.
"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?" Kendall yelled.
"Help, me." I whispered. All I remember after that is that the pain in my stomach grew and a fresh pain appeared in my left arm.
I woke up later in a hospital with Kendall sitting beside me. The police questioned me and Matt was sent to prison. Later on, I dated Kendall. We became the happiest couple until a month after I told him I was leaving. I walked into his apartment where I was picking up my stuff from when I stayed there. I knew he would be at work, so I used the key he gave me. I walked in and there I saw him making out with my best girl friend, Veronica. She thought we broke up, so I forgave her, and I told Kendall I wanted to stay friends, but he would have to gain my trust back, which may take his whole life.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
Dad gave me my medication and as soon as I calmed down the doctor came out of the operating room.
"Mr. Ainsworth? Your wife-"
A/N
Bwa ha ha! Sorry for my sad excuse for a chapter and cliffhanger, but I have good news! Expect updates every Sunday, depending on how busy I am. Sunday is normally a lazy day for me, so I write mostly on Sunday nights. How did you like the chapter? Did her past surprise any of you? Tell me! I love the feedback. (Bring on the Haters!) :P Chaow, Lovelies! ~Jojo
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