i woke up in the hospital to a hand holding mine. i turned to the side and made eye contact with my aunt.
"you're awake! thank goodness."
flashbacks invaded my thoughts as i tried to remember my last memories.
"how long was i unconscious? what happened to me?"
"almost 4 hours. your mother hit you in the head with a bottle after you witnessed..."
her voice trailed off.
right, mom murdered dad. but i didn't think she would try to kill me too.
"where is she?"
"the police station. she's being questioned. you will be too, after you have time to heal."
a deep breath escaped my lips. how could life get any worse?
