Andrew was fuming in the hospital room. Apparently I needed seven stitches in my head and the back of my neck. Kellin had hold of my hand, trying to stop me from shivering so bad. I had changed at Kellin's house into some cloths from the many nights we'd play'd slumber party. Not in a weird or sexual way. Just a sleep over. Kellin and I are just best friends.
"Gosh, stop your pacing, Andy. You're creating a draft." I commented, trying to lifts his spirits that I was fine. He had been at his band practice.
He had a straight face as walked over to the bed I was laying in. His lips slowly curved into an evil grin as he shouted "Tickle attack!" and his fingers raced to my sides. I pretended to laugh, although I wanted to cry out in pain.
My stomach had always been the targeted place. I hated it. I hated being called fat because of it. I hated the feelings it gave me when I looked at it and compared myself to others. I've always been one to be sure to hide any form of pain or self harm. No one ever sees my stomach. It's logical to me. I'm simply taking revenge on something I hate, while hiding it from the people who care.
Andrew hit an exceptionally painful area. I think it'd been caused by Bentley, but I wasn't sure enough to say anything about it. Knowing I couldn't handle anymore of this I just pulled him into a tight hug. Him being so much taller than me, he wasn't sure where to put his hands. Normally, they'd be in my hair. However, for obvious reasons he can't do that. I also informed him of a huge bruise on my back from hitting the ground at the full force of our uncle. And he wasn't comfortable with resting them on my hips.
He kept his hands slightly outstretched and just let me continue the awkward one sided hug. Once I'd let go, he rubbed my arm gently. I just wanted to go back to Kellin's house for my tea I never got.
It seemed to take an eternity for the doctor to get in and stitch me up. Unfortunately, with him coming means more questions and more lied about answers. We'd made up a solid story yet again that I'd been skateboarding and fell back and smashed my head into the concrete. We generally used it every time anything got crazy. I don't want to get into any kind of legal stuff with Bentley and end up in foster care because my mom didn't want me.
After about three more hours the doctor told me I could go. However, he also gave me a list of instructions: drink lots of fluid, if I start feeling dizzy call, ect, ect. We made it back to Kellin's house at around ten thirty. I was so tired but all that was playing in my mind was Bentley listing reasons of why my mom hadn't wanted me during one of my "punishments". I was ready to carve it into my horrible, useless skin, but the boys wouldn't let me go home.
"Here, put your pajamas back on. I'll go get your makeup and cloths and everything you'd need to get ready for school tomorrow, and you go on to sleep in Kellin's room. Okay?" Andrew said. I nodded quietly and went down the hall and climbed up to reach the top of my best friends loft bed. I cuddled into the thick comforter and enjoyed the warm smell it contained.
"Good morning, Maggs." Kellin greeted as he lay beside me. I rolled over with his hand resting on my waist and covered my banged head in a one of his huge stuffed animals I'd given him. He pulled it off my head and informed me I needed to get ready for school. I was not ready to go to school.
Apparently last night my nightmares had turned into night terrors as I had smacked Kellin in the face, unknowingly. Leaving a light bruise on his pale cheek. I apologized profusely and left a gentle kiss on his beautiful, tarnished face.
"It's alright sweetheart. You're a little more beat up then I am." he lightly joked. That's what we did. He couldn't stop Bentley from hurting me, but he could play and make me feel better afterwards. I took hold of the clothes my brother had brought me off Kellin's office spinning chairy, and headed for the door.
