*6 Years Ago*
“No, I think my dollies prettier. Her hair is all long and stuff, so I win.”
“Yeah but mine’s tough. She could make yours ugly . . . if she wanted to.”
Suddenly the door burst open and Sadie’s mom bustled in.
“Hun, we need to go, get your stuff.”
“Where are we going?”
“Yeah, where are we going?” My dark haired friend added.
“We’re dropping Ayden off at the hospital. There’s been an accident.”
***
An eerie chill washed over my small body as the glass doors slid open. I clutched my doll tightly and cautiously walked over to the intimidating reception desk. My chubby fingers gripped the very edge of the counter as I hoisted up on my tippy-toes.
“E-excuse me?”
A crinkly old lady answered, “Yes dear?”
“I need to see my mommy and daddy. Ms. H said mommy was in room 106 and daddy was in the E.R. getting prepped. But I don’t see why he needs a makeover, mommy would like one though, she’s been talking about it for a while . . . Ms. H seemed really weird, are my mommy and daddy okay?”
“Are you Ayden Rodgers?” She quizzed in a flat tone.
“Yes, how’d you know?”
She didn’t reply, just got out of her swivel-y chair and grabbed my hand. We stepped into the elevator in silence and rose to the third floor. She led me to a crowded room with people scrambling around a bed in the center like ants.
On that bed, under starchy white sheets was my mommy, her back arching up and down uncontrollably as her limbs flailed too. A monitor was next to her, beeping loudly in irregular paces. A tube was shoved down her throats and I.V.s were strung in her arms all over.
When blood started to escalate in the tube going down her throat I gasped a small, startled gasp. A lady in a long jacket, much like the others, noticed my horrified expression and shouted, “Is this her kid? Get her out, get her out now!”
I was swooped away to a large room with many chairs, where I was asked many questions, from many different people. I asked questions too, but I never dared to ask why my mommy and daddy had rushed me off to a friend’s so quickly. I never dared to ask why they had gotten so upset when they said goodbye. I mean, gosh, it was only a sleepover. I came to the conclusion that I never dared to ask because when they said they would see me tomorrow, they lied.
***
Before I knew what I was doing my body began backing away from the upcoming man. I shook my head, this was a mistake. The zoom of passing cars was getting louder, and louder, and louder until, thump, my body made contact with the harsh cement just along the highway.
Frightened, I flipped over, bringing the person who had prevented my escape under. I placed a heavy blow to their right temple and shot up. Lying on the ground was a male with dark hair and dark clothes. His defined jaw was coated with a fine layer of scruff that was hardly noticeable at all. I regognized him as one of the people at the park across the highway.
I looked from him to Harry, who wore a horrified expression. When I realized that he was no longer staring at me or the man I followed his gaze, finding the girl who I once trusted, with several others trailing along too.
The girl, Stella, rushed over to the man while I kept my eyes on a blonde headed girl whose eyes were locked on me. She was quite lanky, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt while her feet were clad in combat boots. She didn’t look very intimidating as I had already figured out her game plan: run with full force and hope for the best.
I moved over just as she was about to ram into me. My hand found its way around her arm and yanked her back in front of me. She lifted her arm and punched me square in the jaw. I had to admit, she had a nice swing.
I took no time in stumbling back, just ducked from her next punch and gripped her shoulder to steady myself as my knee came in contact with her side. I backed away but realized that my blow hadn’t been enough. So I stepped and threw a punch to her temple, then her side, then temple again. She fell onto the ground, finally, and I gazed at all the curious faces. They seemed surprised with my little show, so I ran. And the only one to come after me was the familiar, curly headed, jackass of a man.
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