Strong

Strong 5

Charlie

I opened my eyes seeing that I was under their covers of a queen or king sized bed in a room then I instantly remembered where I was, I was in the guest room of Dr. Browns house, well Chris's house. I got up feeling a little sore, I got to the bathroom to see a white shirt, sweat pants, and socks on the bathroom counter.

I got naked and turned the shower on getting inside, I washed my body with Dove soap letting the water hit my body. I got out the shower and put the clothes on, I went into the room and checked my phone to see what time, it was 4 in the afternoon. Damn I slept that long, I must have been tired. I walked downstairs to see Chris was watching t.v. on the couch.

"hey, you slept a while, there's breakfast in the microwave but I'm pretty sure its cold now but you can heat it up"

"Oh, okay thank you" I walked into the kitchen, heated up the breakfast and ate it. When I was don't I put it in the sink "you sleep good?" I heard Chris ask.

"Yes and thank you for letting me stay you didn't have to do that" I turn to look at him

"It's okay I wanted to" he smiles and I return the smile looking down

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked with sympathetic look in his eyes

"Sure, I guess" we walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, he turned off the t.v.

"So. Did you have anyone besides me talk bout this?, meaning like a family member or a friend" he had my full attention.

"Yes. The person I talked to when it was happening was my mom"

"And what did she say?"

"All she said was. Be a good girl and do everything he said and he would have to hit me, and she said. Obviously your doing something to piss him off" I wiped my tear before they could completely run down my face. I was in pure disbelief allover again at the fact that my own mother told me that.

"How did that make you feel?"he gave me a clean ex to wipe my tears.

"Hurt that my own mother said that instead of doing something about it. And she was the person that I looked up to. The one who I would go to for help when I needed it and when I need it most she just tells me to do whatever he says, that is domestic violence which is a fucking crime. Women die form that sick shit and my mommma probably don't even give a rats ass!" I was now furious

"I'm sorry I got so angry" I apologize

"No no its ok, this is completely normal, just let it out, I'll be right back" it sounded like an idea popped in his head

He came back a minute later with a composition book in his hand "express your angry, happiness, sadness or tell a story just put whatever your feeling in this book" he gave it to me to let me look at it. "And I want you to stay off of your phone for while, just in case"

"Okay, but why do I have to stay off my phone?" I look up at him

"Because some of the patients would read old text messages and listening to old voicemails that will trigger them in an emotional or physical state." I nodded my head understanding

After that conversation I walk into the guest room sitting on the bed writing how I feel. After I few hour I fell asleep, when I woke up I was about to go downstairs but I stopped when I heard a female voice.

"Hey baby I'm home"