Pearce
"diane left you another message, it should be the 3rd one." gabby reminded me as I walked through the reception area heading to my office
Diane, my mother, has been leaving me messages for years. I've listened to most of them, excluding the ones from the very beginning because I was too angry at the time to hear her voice. I never had the courage to pick up the call and converse with her.
I got situated, setting down my wallet and key while taking a seat in my chair. Picking up the phone, I clicked on messages and skipped it 3 times.
"Hi sweetie it's your mother," it began, like she always said "I'm sure your father has already told you I was getting a chance of parol, but I'm calling to ask for one small favor.." the line became quiet and i heard her take a deep breath "i was just hoping and praying you could set up a living arrangement for me because I expect to get out by next week.. and I know i'm the las-"
That was it. That was all I could listen to.
Next week? I get years worth of painful memories and she gets parol? I need some air.
Grabbing my things, I locked my office and rushed to my car. Once I got in the car, I immediately searched for my fentanyl and I popped 2 for the migraine I was about to receive.
I back out of the parking lot and just started driving.
Why is life so fucked up? Why do people tell you "it gets better" when in reality, it gets worse? Why do I forgive her after everything she's done? Why did I financially support her while she was in jail? Why can't I hate her?
I've cried more this week than ever before.
I've been driving for a while trying to answer every question I had asked myself. I have no idea where I'm going. As I continue down a long road, I think about how I'm handling this situation. What i'm doing, is furthering myself from any adversity, and I know I shouldn't be but I can't face it at this moment. I've done it for too long and I'm too tired to do it any longer.
The fentanyl is beginning to kick in and I'm finally getting numb. It's not too long after that I feel some pain in the left side of my body and when I look over, I realize my car had just got hit.
I feel my forehead and also realize i'm bleeding a bit.
"Ma'am are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't slow down in time, I didn't see you coming, I wasn't paying attention" This woman questioned, talking 100 words per second as she walked over to the drivers side and opened the door.
"you're okay" I managed to conjure up
"I have insurance, I can fix it, I'm just so sorry"
she continued, obviously feeling guilty.
I got out of my car, and examined the damage, which wasnt as bad as I thought, but my window was shattered and my door was indented.
"I'm also calling the police, I just had to make sure you were okay" She furthered, not stopping.
"look, put the phone down. i'm going to re-park on the side of the road, you're going to drive me to a hospital, and we're going to forget this happened." I assured her. She seemed young and I didn't want her insurance rising because of a fender bender, but my head was pounding and I needed to see someone for it.
"Are you sure it's okay?" She questioned, seeming confused and scoping out my intentions.
"positive, as far as I know I ran into a light pole. hospital, please" I reassured, walking to my car and quickly putting it on the side of the road while also taking out any personal belongings.
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"You sure you don't need me to stay to drive you home?" She asked?
"yes, thank you.." I searched for her name
"Sarah" she helped
"thanks sarah." I shortly stated, getting out the car and walking through the automatic doors of the hospital.
I got checked in and waited patiently for a doctor.
Deciding to turn on my phone, I knew what was ahead after the time read 730.
Just as I had perceived, I had many messages and calls from Odell and consisting of my whereabouts.
Deciding to call him back, I prepared myself for a panic attack.
"Pearce" He quickly answered, "I've been so worried, Gabby told me you just left the office, Ash said you hadn't contacted her, Alex said the same, and you didn't answer any of my calls?! Please tell me you're okay baby"
"I'm okay, right now I'm at liberty hospitals patient center. I'll explain when you get here" I calmly stated.
"I'm on my way" Odell replied, seeming nervous.
I hung up and as if right on cue, my name is being called by a nurse. We walk to a room down the hall and she tells me the doctor will be in at any moment.
A few moments later, the door opens
"Hello Pearce, my name is Dr. Dumar how are you today" A man, about 6ft with very intense facial hair came in, smiling.
"I'm okay" I weakly return the smile.
"So there was a reck and you seem to be bleeding and a little light headed, correct?" He asked, fact checking.
"correct. i'm sure it's nothing, but my head hurts more than normal right now" I explained.
I have frequent migraines but this one is different.
"Okay, I'm going to run some test, and some blood work, and we're going to try and figure out a solution." He replied, setting up his utensils.
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He returned to the room, after taking some scans and some blood.
"We will call you after we get proper results, for now, I suggest you go with some light pain medicine such as advil and we'll meet with you shortly." Dr. Dumar advised.
"thank you" I half heartedly spoke. i was still in pain and he though some advil could fix that? ugh
I quickly got up and walked back down the hall to be met with a worried Odell.
At that moment, I wanted nothing but to be hugged by him and that's exactly what I got.
"I'm so glad you're okay" he stated, wrapping his arms around my waist while letting me rest my head in his neck.
"can we go home?" i quietly asked.
"yes, we can go home" he sighed, somewhat feeling relieved.
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I wrote this so you guys could have insight on the way pearce copes. As you guys can tell, she reacts purely on anger and all chances of being level headed are out of the window. Also, the pill popping will become a biiiiiiig problem 😕
Sorry it's been so long, but y'all know I suck at updating. thanks 4 reading!
