Dollhouse (COMPLETED)(South Park)

Chapter 14| Ruby

I told the chief everything. All about the abuse. What did he do?

Send me to a fucking hospital.

Karen and Ike were forced to go back into school, and I was assorted to Hells Pass Hospital because of my wrists. I'm right once again. It wasn't enough.

No one ever listens.

Currently, I'm getting my wrists bandaged and disinfected. One of the doctors was convinced whatever I used to cut with was dirty, which isn't good apparently.

Like I care.

I watch as the blonde nurse gently wraps my wrists. The disinfecting didn't even make me flinch. For some strange reason, the sting was oddly satisfying. Or maybe it was that I've gotten used to pain.

I hope for the first one. I don't wish to get used to pain. I don't want to carry on hurting myself, but if no one will help my brother, I may have too.

What annoys me the most was that I suffered for nothing. My skin is cut, burnt and blistered and nothing has come from it. He didn't believe me. He actually laughed. It was humiliating.

What else am I supposed to do?

I can't think of anything else. I can't think of any other way to help Craig.

"There you go, wrapped up tight." The nurse gives me a sweet smile, gently patting my wrist as she picks up her supplies, and walks towards the door. "Your dad will be here soon Ruby, don't worry."

I'm fucking screwed.

As if he knew the nurse had mentioned him, dad walks into the room. He holds the door for the nurse, who smiles and leaves, thanking him. Then, he locks the door.

I feel my heart pound against my rib age as he approaches me. To say he doesn't look happy is an understatement. He looks furious, his cheeks red and eyes deadly cold.

"It better not be true." He says, stopping by the bottom of my bed. He stares at me, his eyes roaming my face.

I'm guessing he can sense the fear radiating off of me in waves. His gaze falls onto my upper arm, as I slipped my bandaged wrists under the covers at the mention of him. He strides towards me, grabbing my left elbow and forcing my arm up.

I flinch as he slightly twists it, but not enough to break or sprain it. The bandages are clear on my wrists, white and fluffy. Dad swiftly rips off the bandages. I wince at he pressure of them against my wrist as he yanks and pulls. Soon enough, the bandages fall free from my left wrist, recalling the sloppy cuts. They're all of different length, as I did them with my write hand which I am not good with.

He grabs my wrist in a death grip, his nails digging into my cuts. A sharp pain travels up my arm, and I gasp, my eyes stinging. I feel my cuts open, and his grip becomes looser as the blood makes his hand slip. Upon noticing the blood, dad removed his hand.

With a disgusted look on his face, he looks from his bloody hand to me. Then, his palm connects with my cheek in a harsh slap. My head whips to the side, and I feel the warm texture of blood smear on my cheek. It begins to stink from the force of the slap. This also causes the built up tears to leak from my eyes, and run down my cheeks.

"Don't ever pull any shit like that again." Dad spits, wiping his hand on the hospital sheets. "Do you hear me?"

I don't look at my dad. I look down at my wrist. I watch as it slowly seeps blood onto the sheets, staining them red. My hair falls in front of my face, shielding me from his harsh gaze.

The shock hits me like a bullet.

My dad hit me.

He actually hit me.

I never thought he would hit me.

It feels horrible. It feels as if the blind we had once shared has shattered, and I can no longer feel safe with him in the room.

Did Craig feel like this? The first time, did Craig have these exact thoughts?

A lump begins to form in my throat. I finally know how Craig felt. The broken trust, the feeling of betrayal. It's an almost indescribable feeling. I feel hollow, but I don't feel empty. It's just.. Horrible.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a grip on the back of my hair. My head is yanked up, and I'm forced to look at my dad. I hiss from the pain as he tugs my hair, feeling more tears fall from my eyes.

Before I can even process, his fist connects with my jaw, hard. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth, and I cry out. His hold on my hair stops my head from moving far, but it still tried to move with the force. This made the eye watering pain of my hair being tugged be felt once again.

"Don't pull any shit like that again," he repeats. "Do you understand?"

I nod. It was quite difficult when he holds my hair, but I somehow manage. I feel blood trickle from my mouth, and I spit the rest out onto the bed sheets.

Dad points to the bathroom, finally letting go of my hair.

"Clean yourself up." He orders.

I shakily stand, grab my bandage and enter the bathroom. I lock the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror. There's a red hand imprint on my cheek, and my jaw already has begun to bruise an ugly colour.

I can't help but grin.

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For me, this is a really emotional chapter. I almost cried when writing how Ruby feels about Thomas hit her, because I tried to put myself in her position and think what it would be like if my mum or dad hurt me.

In my opinion, this is the saddest chapter in the whole story.

CYA LATER NERDZ