Then net day my family comes, we chat, and then the doctor comes in and stitches are put in place, also some bandages and disinfectant, they check me for any diseases. Then they decide I'll need x-rays taken of my ribs, which may or may not require surgery.
They take a good look at my head, and confirm I have a concussion and are unsure how long I will be there.
Someone quietly knocks.
"Come in." I say, the door opens, and I flinch, whenever that door opened it was always bad news...my family looks at me from my flinch.
"Hello, you must be Claire?" A woman with curly brown hair and red framed rectangular glasses asks.
"Yes, nice to meet you." I say and we shake hands, I try not to flinch as she walks over to me to do so.
"I'm Anabel, but you can just call me Anne." She sits with her clipboard of papers and he pencil on her lap.
"Okay."
"I hope you don't mind, but this conversation will be taped for security and further investigation reasons?" She asks gently.
"No, I don't mind." I answer quietly, a habit now, I don't want her getting mad and hitting me, I know that would never happen, but it's a reflex now.
"Come in then." The door opens and an officer comes in with a recorder smiling warmly.
"Hey, I'm officer Albert, just call me Al though." He sits in a chair beside Anne.
"Now would you like your family to leave?" She asks and everyone is looking at me.
"Uh, I don't know, um, no?" I frantically find the answer, from my new habit.
"You can think about it, I won't get mad, don't worry." She smiles.
"Okay, well....no." I say quietly scared they will be angry.
They leave and wave goodbye, once I'm alone with Al and Anna, it begins.
"Now, can you start from the very first day, what happened, you don't have to rush, take your time." Anne begins.
"Well, I was walking on a trail behind our house though the tree, cooling off, from, well, life, and my mom texted for me to head home. I was on my way back when I got distracted by watching my breath float away, they shoved me onto the pavement..." I explained the entire story, their faces changed from concern at my capture, to horror when I described the torture, and many emotions came when I told them about Taylor. By the end not only was I weeping, but they were too.
"May we see, you know..." Anne begins and I throw the blanket off then reveal some of the reopened whip marks and the word on my stomach, they gasp in shock and I crawl back under my sheets.
"I...am so sorry, that you had to experience and go through all of that." They both whisper a few things.
"Now I see why you wanted your family to leave." Al mummers.
"Goodbye for now, we will be back though, heal fast!" They leave and my family comes back in
"Are you okay?" My dad asks and I nod my head.
"I'm fine." I whisper, half to myself.
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Kidnapped
ActionSixteen year old Claire Foster is taking a cool down walk from life, but life seems to be determined to have her and take her down. She is so absorbed in her thoughts that two mysterious people easily throw her on the pavement and drag her to a van...
