Does He Love Me?

Go to School

Even after all of this I still go to school. The bruises are mostly gone. Not all the way.
Caleb dos what my dad used to do. Helps me get my clothes after getting me out of bed.
I asked for my red tank top, black jeans, and the blue jacket he gave me. I got dressed and yelled for Caleb to open the door.
He gave me my shoes and then I struggled to put them on. He put them on for me.
"You know. I feel like a vegetable. I can't move around by myself, put on my shoes, get my own plate, or anything. I feel useless."
"Skylar. Your not useless. Your so much more than you can see. It's okay to need help."
"Easy for you to say."
"Skylar. In life you don't get to chose if you get hurt, but you have to get back up. Be strong okay? The doctors are looking into it."
I shook my head in denial. He grabbed my book and put them in my pouch.
He grabbed my chair and started pushing me.
"Stop."
"What's wrong?"
"I want to do it."
"Skylar."
"Caleb please let me try!" I shouted. I saw my dad walk out from the kitchen to see who was shouting. I take my chair and I use all my strength to push myself. I move a few feet and my are feel like they are dying! Caleb takes over.
"It hurts." I say feeling like a little kid.
"What?"
"My arms. They hurt from pushing."
"So let me do it." He says. I nod.
He pushes me to the van and locks me in. He drives me to school.