Please Stay.

Chapter Four

It takes us about 25 minutes to get to the hospital. The ride was pretty rough and all I want right now is a drug that will take all the pain away.

They immediately take me back into a private room, specifically for these types of cases. "So this room is typically only yours. We seem to have an over load tonight, and you're going to have to share. Is that okay?"

I push my head back on the bed and grit my teeth, "I don't care what I have to do, as long as they get this pain to go away."

We get into the room and there is a partial curtain going through the room, so I can't see who is on the other side. "Hello Mrs.Whetherly. I am Doctor Smithe. I know you told them in the ambulance, but do you mind telling me a bit more in depth why you are here?"

"My mother punched my left cheek. To the point there are defined knuckle prints. My head is pounding from being thrown on the ground. Both of my sides where my ribs are, are really bruised and some of my ribs seemed displaced. It's really hard to breathe from the pain." I breathe out and tears brim my eyes.

"Okay Mrs.Whetherly we can't start any medication until we know if we have to do any kind of surgery."

I nod my head. "Let me examine your face first. "

He takes out a flash light and looks closely where she hit me. He does this thing with my eyes to see if they dilate. He pushes on parts of my head to see if the hurts. "Okay can I see your ribs?"

I turn over and pull my gown up just under my breast. He pushes down slightly on one of the spots bruised, and I let out a scream. "Well it seems as if you've broken a few ribs. I don't think you've punctured any main organs, but to be safe we will scan it. I'm going to give you a small dose of morphine to ease the pain. Is there anyone we can call to be with you?"

I think for a second and realize I never called Miah. "Yeah. Um you can call Jeremiah. Here I will write his number down."

"I will give this to the head nurse."

"Thank you." I say and lay back further.

A nurse comes in and puts in a morphine drip. After a few minutes, the pain slows down. "I can give my report now."

"Okay. Start from the beginning and tell me what happened."

I take a deep breathe and get ready to tell it for the third time tonight, "My mother and I had gotten into our nightly fight. Only this time she got in my face. When I said the truth, she punched me in face and the proceeded to push me to the ground where I hit my head multiple times. She started to scream that I was never suppose to be born and kicking my side. I pulled her down the ground and ran to my room. From there I locked the door and waited until she left me alone. Then I packed my bags, told my best friend Jeremiah. Then I left my house and walked to the police station."

"Mhm. You said 'nightly fights' what does that mean?"

"We get in fights everyday. It's nothing new. "

"Has she ever hit you before?"

"Not like that."

"How has she hit you?"

"She has occasionally back handed me but never hit me like she did tonight."

"How long abuse been going on?"

"My father passed away when I was nine. She really didn't want me. So since I was about nine and a half."

"Physical and emotional?"

"Yes sir. Mostly emotion until tonight."

"Okay RaeLynn. I will take this back to the station. They will send your medical files through tomorrow, but you should keep one as evidence. I will call you in a day or so. Get better."

"Thank you deputy Hilton."

I sigh in relief and rest my eyes for the minute.