Two-Faced

Untitled Part 15

I try getting up to walk to my cheer bag, which takes me about 10 minutes because I can't stand the pain in my leg. It looked swollen and just like Gabbie's when she broke it. I tried to put back the thought of it being broken and grabbed my phone and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"yes, I have just been pushed down 4 stairs by my father and I think my ankle is broken."

"Do you need a ambulance? can you walk?"

"yes and no. My father pushed me."

"help is on your way. what is your address?"

"606 North Grey's street."

"okay. I have an ambulance coming and cops are coming as well. Who else is home?"

"my step-sister is outside. My brother and step-brother are inside with my step-mother and dad."

i could hear sirens on their way and said

"i have to call my mother, I can hear the sirens."

"okay, bye."

"bye."

I hung up and called mom. she picked up on the first ring.

"hello?"

"mom, I need you to come get me. Dad pushed me down the stairs and my ankle is swollen and I called 911 and the ambulance and cops are coming. Come get me."

"i'm getting in the car now. I'll be there in at least 2 minutes."

"okay. bye"

"bye."

I couldn't stand the pain in my leg. It felt as if I actually cracked the bone split. I heard the sirens get louder and I was still on the floor. I looked out the window and saw the people in the ambulance get out and run inside I watched the cop talk to my dad, who was not so calm. the people ran into the room and got me on a stretcher, I was crying and tears were running down my face. the pain was rising as they moved me from one place to another. They haulled me outside and into the ambulance where I met mom. she had tears in her eyes and kept telling me everything would be okay as I just kept crying louder and louder.

so much for a little support.