I wake up with a major headache. I look around with squinty eyes.
"What? What's going on?" I ask with a grunt in between the two questions.
"Eliza? Honey, are you awake?" I hear a familiar female voice ask. "M-mom? Is that you?" I ask.
"Oh my gosh. Honey I thought you wouldn't wake up. Your father is in jail right now. Are you okay?" she states while tearing up a little bit.
"Mom, I'm fine. Where am I? Why is dad in jail? What's going on?" I ask.
"You're in the hospital. Your father beat you and you were bleeding. We took you to the hospital. You are hooked up to many machines. So, I wouldn't move if I were you. There's lots of things holding you right now," my mom mumbles out while crying into her hands.
"Is-is Dustin okay? Did dad hurt him? I SWEAR IF DAD LAID A FINGER ON HIM!" I start to yell. "Your brother is fine. Your father in the other hand is not, we are getting divorced."
"Okay. That's fine with me," I say. "Why aren't you worried?" my mom asks me.
"I've always hated him. When you weren't around he hit Dustin and I. He called us names. I fought back and he threatened to kill me. Mom, I hate him. It's sad to even say he's my dad. Larry, he is no longer my dad," I explain. "Good, he hurt my children. I hurt him. I may or may not have cut off his pinky finger. Whoops," my mom jokes.
We laugh as a nurse comes to check my blood pressure.
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Non-FictionEliza was a normal girl in middle school. It ended and now it's high school. She moved away from all of her friends and has nobody. Read up on her journey through high school and see if she makes it out alive or not.
