Seven Days

Chapter 4

We all looked at her in bewilderment. Where the freak had she been? She was sweaty and her clothes were all ripped up...

"I know, I know. I look bad. I was at the gym today and then I went jogging and my knee gave out and I fell into some sort of plant that had spiky things on it and I couldn't get out then someone came and helped me out, my clothes got ripped, I couldn't walk they helped me to their car, drove me to the hospital, they checked me out, said I shouldn't do much excercise for a while, put a cast like thing on it and let me go. I didn't call because I couldn't find my phone, then the person drove me back to my car, I went home to change clothes, found the note and came here." She said in a rush not completing her sentances and barely understandable.

"What happened to Carter? Is he okay?" She asked.

Kurt went over to Angie and helped her sit down and then explained all about the wolves, his injuries, and the surgery.

Angie was histerical and kept saying 'my baby's going to die.' It was really sad to watch and when my stomach growled me and Ben went down to the food court. I told Ben I was fine and that he could stay here with his mom and dad if he wanted but he said he'd rather come with me.

We walked to the food court in silence and it was actually really awkward, you could feel the sadness and desperation and it was starting to make me sick.

"Are you okay?" Wow, that was a stupid question. Of course he wasn't okay! I didn't even realize I was going to say it until afterwords. Stupid Averie...

"How the heck would I be? My brother has been in surgury for hours over some freaking dog attack! It shouldn't have been that big of a deal! That's a freaking stupid way to almost die. AND, he didn't even call me about it. HE CALLED YOU! I'm his freaking brother for gosh sakes."

Wow, I really shouldn't have asked. Now I just felt worse. I kind of wanted to leave now but I wanted to be here for Carter when he was out of surgery. Also, I was afraid to go home. My dad would be really mad that I had been gone so long and I hadn't called.. but, I was to afraid to call...

"Sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"Yeah, you really shouldn't have." he said.

I finished my food after him giving me the cold shoulder and went back up. Angie had settled down some now and Kurt was hugging her.

Angie came over and gave Ben and me a hug, "thank you guys." she said. Thank you for what? After seeing Ben's reaction I deffinatly wasn't going to ask.

Angie and Kurt were always so loving and so were Ben and Carter. It always made me sad to be around them because they were the perfect family and they always accepted each other for who they were, take Carter for instance. When he told them he was gay, they were all perfectly fine with it, in fact, they had a big dinner to celebrate it. Not because they had always wanted a gay son but because that was a hard thing to do and they were happy that he had the courage to tell them. The closest thing I had to that these days was Angie and Kurt.

About an hour later the doctor came out and said the surgery was succesful. He aslo said that he would be asleep for about another three hours and that only family could see him. Angie tried to get me in but they still said no so I started to leave. Ben stopped me and said I wasn't walking by myself and he was giving me ride. I tried to talk him out of it, not because I wanted to walk but because I didn't want him to see what my house was like at night. But Ben was stubborn and said he was absolutly not letting me walk home at night.

He drove me home and walked me to the door, even though I, again, pleaded against it and, again, he said no. Before we could even walk up the steps all the way my dad, accompanied by a slutty, what looked like eighteen year old, with no top (or bra) on giving me the evil eye, had swung the door open and was screaming at me to get inside and to tell him where I had been all day. What scared me the most was that he had a gun in his hand. I've delt with this on more than one occasion (him with a gun) and new I needed to get Ben out of here and get to my room as soon as possible.

"Who the (heck) is this Amy? (He never said my name on a count as it made my existance even lower in his world, or so he had said) Was this who you were with all day? ARE YOU PREGNANT? Because I SWEAR if you are I will kill this boy and I will kill that (gosh dang) baby! I don't want another one of you around here, I can barely stand you! ARE YOU? TELL ME ANGIE!"

"No dad-"

"Call me Sir. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO HIT YOU BEFORE YOU LEARN I'M NOT YOUR 'DAD'?" He shouted angrily.

"No Sir, I'm sorry I wasn't here. My friend was in the hospital Sir." I said quickly.

"I don't give a (freak) If your (dang) 'friend' was in the hospital. You know you have to be IN YOUR ROOM at FOUR O'CLOCK! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes sir, It won't happen again."

"I know it won't happen again because you aren't going to leave you room for a week."

"Hey! What the (freak) did AVERIE do? NOTHING! What's your problem you (butt) hole?" Ben said angrily.

Oh gosh. This is bad. Please don't hurt him dad, PLEASE! I shot Ben a look that said 'Get the heck out of here' while at the same time he looked at me like '(heck) no! I'm not leaving you here with this physico'.

"Run." I whispered just as my dad cocked his gun.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TELLING ME WHAT I CAN AND CANNOT DO IN MY OWN (FREAKING) HOUSE? I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU A TWO SECOND HEAD START TO GET TO YOUR CAR BOY AND IF YOU'RE STILL HER YOU'RE DEAD!

But of course, being the hero that he is, Ben stood his ground looking like he could murder puppies he was so angry.

"ONE"

Still not moving.

TW-"

I pushed Ben down right when my dad shot.

"GO BEN!" I screamed.

My dad turned on me with the half naked girl laughing her butt off and saying 'kill'em, that way we can be on our own.' he whispered that he was planning on it to her and she smiled. Freaking Witch.

I dodged to the side as my dad shot again and then charged him and slapped the gun out of his hand and pushed him inside, him falling on that girl, and then I screamed at Ben to leave, slammed the door shut and ran to my room as fast as I could.

I locked the door but he just busted it down and ran in. The girl came in (why doesn't she put a freaking shirt on) and sat on my cot and smiled victoriously.

My dad grabbed me by my hair and yanked a big wad of it out and tears sprang in my eyes and I couldn't help it. He whipped me around and slammed me into the wall. It hurt so bad I could barely stand but knew I had to try and stop him. I brought my knee up as hard as I could and slammed it into his private and he screamed in pain. I ran to the other side but that girl just pushed me back. Who does she think touching me like that? She didn't even know me. I slammed my fist into her bare chest and kneed her in the face giving her pretty little face quite the nose job. I hope I gave her brest cancer.

She started crying and yelled, "ANDY!!! LOOK WHAT SHE DID TO ME!"

My dad roared in anger and slammed me to the floor kicking me until he got bored and then started punching me in the stomach. I tried to slam my fist into his throat but after so many years of this he learned my tricks and blocked it. He continued to beat me everywhere it wouldn't be noticable as he didn't want people to get suspicious and 'take away his favorite punching bag'.

I finally gave up and quit trying to stop him because I was to weak and and I hurt to much to do anything else but take the blows and keep myself from crying.

I learned a long time ago that crying was a weakness and he saw weakness as a turn on to beating me so to speak. He finally left taking that girl into his arms gently and saying,"Don't worry babe, I'll make it up to you." He said smiling. I slumped down onto my cot (evidentaly I was to low of a life form to deserve a bed, or anything else a normal person would have in a bedroom) and tried, unsecussfully, to go to sleep.

I finally went to sleep a couple hours later with a small part of me hoping I didn't wake up...

It hasn't happened yet though so I doubt that will happen.

Life just isn't that easy.