"No, I'm not going out to talk to her!" I said. Alice had shut the door, and I was sitting on the ground, refusing to move. I was not going into the system, not without a fight.
Or, I guess I was, under sedation. They discharged me from the hospital, and put me under the custody of this Candace chick. I didn't realize what was going on until we got to the building, where they sedated me and locked me in a padded room.
I woke up, and I looked around. Sitting up, I rubbed my head. It felt more like a hangover than a sedative side effect, the headache I was experiencing. Soon, I remembered what had happened. My mood turned from being in pain to hostile at the drop of a hat, and I got up on my hands and knees. I went and sat in the corner, facing the door. When the door opened, it was Candace. She held in her hands a stack of clothes. I tried to back further into the corner, looking at the door, waiting for her to advance so I could try to escape. But then, it hit me- You fucking idiot, Dalton, I thought. You have broken ribs, and a broken leg. You expect to escape how, exactly?
It took not even three seconds for Candance to advance on me, and my mood turned from visibly hostile to overwhelmed and extremely depressed. I started sobbing, trying to back into the corner even more, clawing the walls and floor with my hands and feet. Candance's eyes widened, and she stopped. I didn't know if she thought I was having a mental breakdown, or if I was just extremely frightened, but she put down the clothes and left, quickly, seemingly looking for someone.
And she left the door open.
YOU ARE READING
Through the Wringer
Dla nastolatkówDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
