Saving Shay

12.

Shay's POV

I look at the doctor trying to hold my laugh as I see his red face. He takes a few calming breaths and his face gets almost back to normal. Almost. He check his papers and looks at me.

"So Ms. Whiteley how are you feeling?" He asks.

"Like I've been hit by a truck." I say bluntly.

"When can I leave?" I ask hesitating, I cover Gabe with the cover since he's sleeping. I don't know how he can fall asleep that fast.

"You broke 3 ribs, your left wrist is broken, and your ankle is twisted. You might need some crutches and you'll get out in about a week or so. But the real concern is that we found hand marks on you from bruises. Are you in a safe environment Ms. Whiteley?" He asks sounding genuinely concerned. I stay silent until he sighs and clips the papers on to the clipboard and sigh and head towards for the door.

"If there is anything that you will like to tell us, tell us as soon as you can." He says and leaves the room. I exhale, not knowing that I unconsciously was holding my breath. It's not like I don't want to tell you. It's that I can't. If they know they'll put us in adoption and Gabe and I could be separated. I'm not taking the risk.

That was the first time I passed out while I was being hit. I don't ever want that to happen. It was like a repeat of what happened at the accident. And that was the worst feeling in the world. I look down at Gabe and he's still soundly asleep. I wish I could just buy my own fucking house and be sure that we're safe. Wouldn't that be fucking fantastic.

"Hey I got your cheeseburgers and the happy meal." I look up and see Logan standing in the door way.

"Gimme." I say and he laughs and pass me the cheeseburger. I open the wraps and take a bite.

"Ugh this is way better than the hospital food." I say still munching on some of the food. He take his own meal out and starts eating it too. And I noticed he's in a very awkward stance since he's still standing.

"Stop looking so awkward, your making me feel awkward. Just sit on the bed." I say, patting on the bed sheet. He chuckles and walks over to the bed sitting next to my leg. I take the happy meal and put it on the bedside table.

"So now's later. Are you going to tell me now?" He asks me suddenly.

"What?" I ask him confused.

"You told me that you were going to tell me later about what happened to you. So now is later." He explains.

"Oh, um okay." I say awkwardly. He motions me to go on and I clear my throat. Well this is going to go awful. "So ahem, well first of all my dad is, obviously, dead. Yeah well, my mom took it pretty hard I guess." I mumbled. "Obviously she took it hard. And she remarried this wonderful wonderful man, let's just call him Richard." I said clapping my hand. "And you see he likes to hits things. And when I mean things, I mean me. Of course sometimes he'll kick me, but same thing." I waved my hands. "Anyways, now back to the point so sometimes he'll try to hit Gabe but then I won't let him which makes him more mad. Which is a huge deal." I shrugged. "And he knocked me out." I finished looking over at Logan and see that he's frozen.

"What?" Logan sputters finally.

"What do you mean what? I just explained to yo-"

"No I mean, why didn't you tell me?" He asks sounding hurt.

"How was I suppose to? I don't tell people that my stepfather abuses me to random people." He stays silent for a moment and then he perks up.

"Really? Am I the first one to know?" He asks.

"Um yeah, why are you so happy about that?" I ask him looking at him weirdly.

"You trust me. And you finally asked for help!" He says really excited. I roll my eyes and stare at him like he's crazy.

"Oh and by the way you're going to live with me for the rest of the year." He says like its no big deal.

"What?" I manage to say.

"It means that you and Gabe are going to live at my house for the rest of the year." He says slowly. I shake my head.

"No way. Why your place though?" I ask him.

"Because." He says simply. I throw my hands up in the air, wincing when I feel a sharp pain on my left arm.

"Because why?" I ask him while Logan looks at me concerned I wave it away, with my right arm.

"Because I can." He says again.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Of course it does." He says looking at me.

"How?"

"Because I said so. Now shut up, I'm thinking of a plan."

"You're actually thinking? Jeez you're making more nervous."
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I just came back from my concert, rushed into my room got a bag of Cheetos and Mountain Dew. Binge watching Pretty Little Liars, I seriously need to find a hobby.
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