Beyond Repair (short story)

Chapter 10

The next morning I woke up and pushed myself up. I decided I should probably call Toby and tell him what happened last night. I knew he would be proud of me for doing so considering he had tried to convince me to do it ever since I had let him know about my father. I dialed his number and listened until he answered. "Hello?" He sounded tired, like he had just woken up.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked.

"Nah, I just got up like two minutes ago. What's up?" He responded.

"I told Sean and Riley everything." Was all I said.

There was a pause of silence on the phone. I couldn't tell what he was thinking because I couldn't see his facial expressions. I dreaded telling him over the phone, now. I wish I had done it in person. 

"That's great!"

I sighed with relief. "Yeah, I guess. They want me to talk to the police. I don't think I want to do that, Toby." I told him.

"Why not?" He asked.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just scared. And plus, I haven't seen my father around for a while, so maybe he's given up, you know?" I told him.

"I don't know, Lee. What if--"

"No 'what ifs'. I just don't think there's no need for it, and I'm going to tell that to Sean and Riley today." I said.

I could hear him sigh. "Alright, Lee. I'm glad you told them, but I wish you would take it further." He explained.

"I know, but this is my decision."

We talked for a few more minutes after that and he let me know that he would come get me in about an hour. After we hung up, I got out of bed and got dressed into skinny jeans, a pink t-shirt, and a zip up black sweater. When I was ready I headed downstairs and into the living room. Sean and Riley were sitting on the couch watching TV, so I decided that this was the time I told them my decision. I walked over to them and plopped down on the couch, took the remote, and turned on the TV.

"Hey!" Riley said jokingly.

I laughed, then set the remote down. "I don't think going to the police is a great idea." I said, bluntly.

Sean looked at me with a confused expression. "Why not?" He asked.

"Because. I haven't even seen my father in a while, so he's probably done stalking me. It's my decision, and I don't want to do it." I told them, standing my ground.

Sean sighed and shook his head. "Lee, things could get worse if you don't contact the police and let them know what's going on." He informed me, but I shook my head.

"I know, but there's a huge chance that they won't. I don't want to, okay? I'm fine." I said.

Sean lapped his index finger on his thigh and thought for a little. "Okay. If we agree not to contact the police, then you have to agree to see a therapist." He said.

My jaw dropped open when he said that. "What?! Why?" I asked, shocked and hurt.

"Because, Lee! I don't want you hurting yourself anymore. And maybe the therapist could help with the flashbacks and give you better ways to cope with what you're dealing with." He said.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever." Was all I said before getting up.

I did not like the idea of seeing a therapist, but if it was the only way, then I guess I had to agree. The fact that more people would have to know what happened to me when I was younger kind of made me nervous. What if they thought I deserved it? Or if I was disgusting? Of course I felt that way. I felt dirty and shameful.

 I walked out to the front porch and sat down on the steps. I just needed time to think before Toby came. I thought about everything that happened. It had been a long time since I sat down and thought about my childhood. I didn't like doing it, but sometimes I couldn't stop, and this was one of those times.

I rested my head on my hands and my elbows on my knees. I knew Toby would be here soon, and part of me was dreading hanging out with him. I didn't know if he was going to be nervous and careful. I didn't like when he was like that because it made me think like a nutcase. I wanted to be treated how I was before he knew everything.

Deciding to go on a walk before he came so I could clear my head, I stood up and headed onto the sidewalk. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kept my gsaze on the ground. I just wanted to walk around the block before we hung out so I could feel a little more energized.

Just then I heard the screach of a car stop and a car door open. I turned around and saw the all too familiar car. I froze in my spot as my father stepped out of the car and made his way towards me. "Miss me?" He asked.

I was then grabbed and shoved into the car. He started driving and I tried getting out, but he grabbed me. "Don't you fucking dare try to escape." He hissed.

I bit my lip and stared out the window. I was trying to make a plan to get out. I knew if I got out in front of people there would be no way he could do anything to me. There would be too many witnesses around. But he wasn't taking me towards people. Large fields surrounded us. I gazed over at how fast he was going. I decided it was slow enough to where if I jumped out, I wouldn't get too hurt. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so all I had to do was unlock the door, open it, and jump. I could feel my heart racing. I needed to get out.

I quitely and secretly unlocked the door, and then made my way out of the car and onto the ground. The pain filled my body as I rolled onto the pavement and then the grass. I could hear the car come to a stop, and I tried my hardest to get up. When I did, my clothes were ripped and I was bleeding on my face and arms. I could feel the blood trickle down my cheek, but I didn't have too much time to think about it. I started running in the opposite direction. I knew he was behind me, and I knew not to turn around.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I was surprised it was still working. I immediately grabbed it and answered. "Toby! Toby my fath--"

I was then slammed to the ground, my face hitting the pavement followed by a loud crack.