I wish I could just go to a corner and hide. pretend I don't exist.
This club/ party type thing, whatever you call this place where I'm at, I could really do without.
This guy that seemed very off came up to me, seeing that my friends had oh so ni...
I woke up a few hours later to the sound of humming. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with my mum's smile.
"Where is Carrie?" I asked not feeling her in the bed.
"Damon picked her up to let you sleep, she is in the waiting room with him, still fast asleep. Nothing can wake that girl can it?" she giggled at the end and I joined her, but it felt wrong to laugh.
"We are taking you home now baby girl. The doctor gave the ok and will call later in a few weeks to set up an appointment for you and the baby. All you need to do is rest." she handed me some clothes that I suppose she got from the house.
She helped me up and lead me to the bathroom and helped me put my clothes on. Tears streamed down my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and the sadness in my mother's eyes. My body will be covered in scars that may fade over time, but my mind will hold them forever.
Once that was done she helped me walk back to my room. My dad was there waiting with a wheelchair. I teared up again seeing him. He looked tired and stressed, just like my mother and I felt bad for them because I was the one that put them through that.
"Time to bring you home princess." my dad wheeled me out as my mum held my hand all the way. I wasn't ready for the rest to see me.
"Sweet, don't worry we sent your uncles back with all your brothers, Damon is just taking Carrie back to her house and is making sure she is safe." my mum reassured. It's sometimes scary how she can read my mind like that.
Once we were near the entrance my eyes met with that familiar chocolate brown shade and my heart skipped a beat.
"Mi Rosa," he called out coming up to me and taking my free hand in his.
I whimpered and backed away as much as I could considering that I was in a wheelchair. I let go of my mum's hand and held mine close to my chest trying to keep my tears at bay. I really hate crying.
"Kendyn son, I think it's best you leave her be for the time being." my father spoke taking him aside while my mum was telling sweet nothings to me but I couldn't hear her, all my mind was focusing on was the father of my baby.
"I can't stay away... I need her. I need to make sure she I alright. Please, let me be there." he begged my father, I could hear the hurt in his voice because I was as hurt as he was.
"Go home sleep. Come back tomorrow and if there is anything you can do we will call you. But you haven't slept for over 73 hours, sleep and that's an order." my father said putting an end to the conversation.
Ken looked at me and gave me an apologetic look before walking out of the hospital and driving off.
"Let's get you home Honey."
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"What do you want to do?" my mum asked once my dad carried me up to my room.
"I need to wash." I feel really dirty, I need to wash him off my body.
My dad carried me into my bathroom while my mum started running my bath.
"You guys can go now, I don't need your help." I tried to smile at them, but I really wanted to be alone.
My dad left the room by my mum stayed.
"You need help princess, let me help you." she gave me a pleading look, I couldn't just block her out.
She sat on the closed toilet and let me start washing my body. I took the loofa and started rubbing my skin. I felt all the dirt, all the hurt, I still felt his hands on me, the whip on my back, the hits they all gave me. I rubbed the loofa harder on my skin making it red, breaking my skin, tears slipping past my eyes.
"Rose, Rose. Baby stop it. Stop it. Shhh." my mother tried taking the loofa from my hands but I pulled it away from her and continued rubbing it over my legs and arms with the same pressure.
I was crying hysterically, rubbing all the shame away making my cuts bleed again, colouring the bath water with my blood.
"Rose stop, stop. You're bleeding." she screeched still trying to get it out of my hands.
"NO! NO GET OFF ME! I NEED TO GET CLEAN! HE'S ALL OVER ME! I NEED HIM OFF, PLEASE TAKE HIM OFF ME!" I yelled than finally dropped the loofa and cried.
"Rose he's not here anymore. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Shhhh, shhh." my mother sat by the tub and took me in her arms grabbing the loofa and softly cleaning my skin.
"Is that better?" she asked, continuing to wash me. I whimpered in response.
"All done now. You're all clean, no more dirt. He's washed off now. All gone." she reassured me helping me out of the tub and wrapping an old towel around me.
She dried me off and attended my wounds, changing all the bandages, putting ointment on my bruises. I was sat on the toilet like a child while my mum dressed me. I felt so weak and small, so used.
"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" I nodded keeping my head down.
She tucked me in bed, kissing the top of my head.
"Don't go," I whispered holding her hand.
"Would it make you feel better if I sleep with you?" I nodded.
"And daddy." I pouted.
"Let me go and get him and change. I'll be back in a little while, I need to check on the little ones alright? Do you want me to leave the door open?" she asked making sure I wasn't going to go all crazy like in that bathroom.
"Yes... can someone stay with me while you go? I don't want to stay by myself." I confessed. she nodded and smiled kissing the top of my head.
She left the room and then I saw Carter walk in.
"Hey, there sis. Mind if I take a seat?" he asked pointing to my bed. I shook my head no and shoved over to let him sit.
"How are you?" he asked taking me in his arms. He may be the little brother but he always acts so maturely and composed. Mum says that uncle Carter was the same.
"Not good." I let a tear slip from my eyes.
"It's alright Rose, we are all here. Dad is gonna put higher security all around the house. All of us will take turns in staying with you. We won't let you go." he placed his chin on top of my head since my head was on his chest.
I'm really grateful for my family but I don't want them to do all this for me, I'll be alright I just need a rest, that's it.
Carter and I just continued talking to mum and dad came back. I hugged Carter and thanked him before he left for bed. I was sandwiched between both my parent, both making sure not to hurt me and to leave me enough space.
"We love you, princess, never forget that." my dad told me while I drifted off into a tormented sleep.
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