Healing Broken Wounds.

Part 3: Breaking The News

After hours of nervously waiting on my parents to arrive, they finally pulled up in the garage. My hands became flooded with sweat as we went downstairs together to break the news to them. We sat on the living room sofa waiting for them to come in.

The door flung open and in walked mum and dad with the usual evening greeting and "Hey wassup lovebirdies?" and that's when we asked them to sit down as we tried our best to bring our case to the table. My dad was the first to react. He flung up like a chicken being attacked and began to shout at us, grabbing Josh by his collar and shaking him back and forth. Mum sat in shock and soon began saying that I made the biggest of mistakes and that I was not ready for such a big responsibility. I stood still in my seat not saying anything as I was terrified of my dad. Never in all my life had I ever seen him be so angry at me and as I thought about it, I felt a sharp pain in my back. It was dad. He had taken off the belt from his khaki pants and begun beating me mercilessly. The belt dug into my back like a shovel digging dirt and with every stroke, my knees began to become weak as I slowly fell  to my knees. I screamed out in pain and my mother flung up behind him and tried pushing him away from me, in an attempt to calm him down. 

After minutes of struggling to get out of the firm grasp of his arms to escape the pain of his beatings, I sped out of the house and began running aimlessly to wherever I felt was safe to hide from everyone. I found a bench at a park and I sat there trying to catch my breath and began crying once again. Burdening myself with thoughts and draining my energy with worries, I fell asleep on the bench. 

The morning sun burned my skin and the I seemed to be laying in someone else's lap. When I finally came to my senses, I sprung up and only to my surprise it was Josh.

"How'd you find me?"

"I went searching everywhere for you"

"I'm sorry you had to see that'

"And I'm sorry I didn't protect you"

"It's okay"

When we were done conversing, Josh walked me back home and once again I was back in the lion's den. I walked through the door and there they were sitting chatting. They told me to come sit with them and so I did hesitantly. Dad apologized for the way he reacted and we had a thorough talk of how we were going to prepare for the baby. They also called over Josh's parents over  and told them what was going on and I couldn't help but feel more embarrassed by the way everyone glared at me.