Black and Blue

Chapter 2 [Flashback]

"Mom! Can you please come up and help me with this?" Genavive called out from her room that evening.

While she was studying for her test, her lips had started burning. She hurried to the mirror to see what the problem was and noticed blood gushing out of the wound. She couldn't deal with it by herself.

One of the reasons why she never wanted to become a doctor was because she couldn't handle blood. She would land up throwing herself into an emotional fit every time a patient walked in.

Her mother's footsteps could be heard as she ascended the stairs. Their house was placed in one of the most wealthiest areas in New York. Her mother climbing the stairs should've given that away.

It was a duplex and behind their area was a park, cutting them away from tall skyscrapers and actually giving them a view they'd enjoy.

"What happened hon?" The moment her mother's clear black eyes landed on her daughter's face, it widened with shock.

"Oh My God!" With that she took Genavive to the washroom and told her to keep watering the wound with cold water. In the meantime she hurried to get the first aid box from downstairs.

Genavive was obediently doing what her mother was asking her to do. The wound was drying up but there were still traces of blood around the wound. This had happened quite a number of times during the past one month. She had to come up with a different excuse every time she had a bruise and honestly, she didn't know how long she could hide it from her mother.

"Come! Let me see it!" Her mother ordered from behind her. Genavive closed the tap before entering her room. She sat on the chair placed in one of the corners. Her mother put some antiseptic on a cotton and placed it on the wound.

"..Aaah!" Genavive groaned, "Mom! It's burning."

Her mother simply rolled her eyes at her seventeen year old daughter who was currently behaving like a five year old. After she dabbed the cotton on the wound, she applied an ointment and then shut the first aid box.

"Now, how did you manage to get that?" her mom asked.

Genavive mouthed profanities to herself in her mind. She hadn't even come up with an excuse yet.

After finding her voice she smiled sheepishly, "Imighthaverunintoapole." She said it in such a hurry that her mother scoffed.

"Genavive stop mumbling or rambling or whatever it is that you are doing and tell me exactly how you managed another bruise."

Genavive sighed, "I was walking with Christine and you know how clumsy I can be sometimes. So while walking, I was talking so much that I didn't notice what's in front of me neither did Christine and I bumped into a pole." Genavive was proud to have said that without stammering.

Her mother narrowed her eyes and squinted, giving her daughter the stare, "And exactly how did you manage to get that scar below your lip?"

Genavive showed off her great acting skills. She needed to be more careful with a mother who was a psychiatrist and who could read into situations easily.

"Since you are doubting me," she rose her voice, "I'm going to show you exactly how." She sprang up from the chair and stood up confidently when actually she was still nervous. She was just hoping and praying that her mother wouldn't read into this too much. She honestly didn't have the energy to deal with it.

"So basically," Genavive pointed towards herself as she spoke, "I was talking animatedly to Christine about..." she trailed off quickly thinking of something, "a physics experiment that I'll be performing in the final assessment. Remember, the subject that I love so much..?" Pure venom slipped off her tongue when she said 'love'. "So I was was animatedly telling her about the experiment when this happened" she pointed to her lips.