I'm happy that I can go home today. I been in the hospital for 2 days. I had to get stitches. That was nothing compared to giving birth.
I'm waiting on my daddy now. Trever had to work today.
I don't know if I'm going to school tomorrow or not. I can afford to miss a few days.
Somebody knocking on my door shook me out of my thoughts. "Come in.", I said. The door opened. It's my daddy. "Hey daddy.", I said walking to him.
"Hey princess.", he said as we hugged.
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I looked at Camillia as I held her as she slept. Our baby is beautiful. I still can't believe that I pushed her out. That was hell but it was worth it. She started smiling showing her deep dimples. Aww.
I laid her on the bed in the middle then went to the bathroom.
She started crying as I walked back to my room. I think she's hungry.
When I made it to my room I made her a bottle then fed her. As I fed her she started shitting. I'm tired of changing diapers.
After she was done with her bottle I started burping her. As I burped her my daddy walked in. "I'm goin' to the store, do you want somethin'?", he asked.
"No I'm okay.", I said. He shook his head then left. She burped and spit up as he did. "Really Camillia?", I asked lowly as I shook my hand.
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It's 3 hours later and my daddy is still gone and Trever isn't here. He got off 30 minutes ago.
The alarm sounded saying that somebody opened the door. I wonder which one it is.
I went and put Camillia in her bed then started going downstairs. As I went downstairs I saw Trever talking to somebody through the door. I wonder who he's talking to. I went and stood next to him. It's someone I never wanted to see again. Adam. Why is he out? I pushed Trever inside the house then closed and locked the door. I leaned on the door breathing hard. My chest is heavy. I feel like I can't breathe. What he did to me popped in my head. "Get out! Get out! Get out!", I cried hitting my head. Trever stopped me.
"Baby what's wrong? Calm down.", Trever said holding my hands. I can't breathe. I tried talking but I couldn't.
"I can't breathe.", I managed to get out as I slid to the floor crying.
"Deep breaths baby. It's okay." We started taking deep breaths together as Camillia cried. After a little bit my breathing was okay. "Baby what's wrong?"
"He hurt me when I was little.", I cried. Trever held me until I stopped. After I stopped he picked me up and took me upstairs to my room. He laid me on my bed. He put a bottle of water that he had on the floor next to me.
"Imma go get Camillia okay?", he asked. I shook my head. He kissed my head then left.
After Camillia stopped crying I dozed off.
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Olivia's Story
Ficțiune adolescențiOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.