My Boyfiend Slenderman

Ch 10. Confession

Ashley's mother refused to drop me off on the porch. "I'm not having you bleed to death in your bed and living with that on my conscience. Although how your parents could go to bed not even knowing you were safe breaks my heart."

I knew there was no getting out of it. Ashley squeezed my damp hands for support but decided to stay in the car. As much as I wanted to sneak in and just go to bed a part of me had to admit that Ashley's mom was a pretty good mom. Maybe not trusting, but always had Ashley's happiness and safety in her mind. It made me wonder if that would be horribly smothering, or if Ashley was just lucky she always had a back up. Someone in her corner to keep her safe.

We walked up to the dark house.  I was sure my parents were sleeping and felt just a hint of excitement that they would be dragged from their separate world and have to take action. If only because not doing so would look bad. I had never really seen them upset, and wondered if they were even capable of acting like disciplined parents.

Ashley's mother wrapped me in a hug which caught me off guard. She smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter and I found myself relaxing in the firm grip of an adult. It had been a long time, so long I couldn't remember the last time an adult had hugged me like a child and found it strangely comforting.

"I'm not being mean to you Lemon. I love you like you are my own. But tonight you were risky, and you got hurt. You're lucky it's something that isn't going to permanently damage you. It's time to start thinking things through. I'll always be here for you if you need me."

Somehow it seemed like a goodbye. And it became crystal clear in that moment that Ashley wouldn't be accessible. Her mother was going to put a gap there. My mind raced with the thoughts of all the times I had led Ashely into trouble and there was no room to  blame her mother. Out of nowhere tears started falling and Ashely's mother released her grip and knocked on the door.

It took three rounds of knocking for the lights to come on inside the house And then several moments for the door to open. My dad took one look at the scene and called for my mother. Clearly this was beyond his parenting skill level.

"Irene, hang up the phone. Come on down. It's Lemon."

Ashley's mom held on to My shoulders while they exchanged greetings and my I couldn't help but notice that my parents kept looking at the clock. When she told the story of the park and getting hurt my mother crossed her arms and began tapping her foot. Ashley's mother said she would follow up on Jackie And left with the suggestion that they 'take their daughter to the hospital for stitches and a tetanus shot'.

When she finally got into her car, I placed my palm against the cool glass and watched the tail lights disappear into the dark. The house was silent, and both parents were giving me the stink eye.

"I'm sorry. Ok? We were just going to film a clip of a show. Then things went haywire."

There was a bit of a stare down. Neither parent said anything. Finally I hobbled to the bathroom and washed my face. I looked like a survivor from survivor. Maybe I should film myself now, and make the.....oh, yeah. The camera. Tomorrow I'd start a kickstart. People would have to support an injured girl with dream of the arts.

I sat on the lid of the commode and took a look at my foot. The glass was down in there. Only the shining glimmer of the jagged edge could be seen. I thought about pulling it out, and realized I was just plain tired. My eyes began to burn and I wrapped my foot in a clean towel and cried. I would have to have one of the parents help. That was worse than being injured.

I limped my way back into the kitchen where my mom sat at the table, dressed with her keys in her hand.

"I'm disappointed Lemon. I've got work on the morning, and the last thing I needed was hours in an emergency room chair."

I thought about getting angry, but I was too tired to care. I just wanted sleep. She turned and went to the car, and I followed. Maybe I could convince her to drop me off.

In the glaring white emergency room things were different. Nurses ran around with concerned looks on their faces. Doctors came in, nodded their heads and prodded my foot with q-tips obviously made for gigantic people.

The Doctor kept asking me the same question. "Why did you walk on it? Didn't it hurt?"

I thought maybe he was slow. Or had never been in a fight for his life. I told him I was in a Forrest being chased by a madman, he looked at my mom but she just shrugged and yawned.

Turns out the glass was in deep and a surgeon was called to take it out. I should have been nervous, but somehow I was just happy that I'd get to go to sleep and forget this ever happened. My dad arrived with his hair standing up like an Albert Einstein look alike contest winner. He scrunched his brow and tried to make jokes about show biz and 'breaking a leg'.   I kept telling them they could go home and get sleep and pick me up tomorrow.

"Don't be ridiculous Lemon, how would that look?"  My mother said it all. Not we wouldn't dram of leaving you dear daughter!  Nope. How would that look. When I was finally wheeled to the pre-op area and they were sent to the waiting room I was more than relieved.

A nurse named Becky came in and was helping to wash out my knee and the cut on my head. She was nice, and didn't hurt me when she squirted and wiped the cut, which I appreciated. She talked a lot, but was calm and started asking me questions about what happened.

I started telling her the story and she listened carefully. Another nurse came over from anesthesia an gave me medicine in my IV to calm me for surgery and help me get sleepy. Becky stood next to me holding my hand I felt the crispness of my vision start to blur. My body felt like it was floating in jello and I began to laugh. Suddenly I started blabbering about the tree man.

In slow motion I saw Becky's face appear above me. Her eyes wide open and staring into mine. Her words swam in and out of focus.

"The man.........arms.....away. Do you hear me? Danger...........die."

I tried scrunching my brows and focusing. Did she just say I'm going to die? I thought about what they'd put on my tombstone. 'Killed by broken glass'. That sounded so lame. I tried to pat her hand but my body refused to move. I felt so warm in my drug caccoon. I closed my eyes and let sleep finally take me. The last words I heard were from Becky.

"Slenderman kills....."

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You know things are bad when a trip to the hospital is a good part of your night.

Lemon seems to have bad luck. Her first hint of who her secret admirer is comes from the person who drugged her. Maybe she will remember.......

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