was it fate? ☼ whydontwe fanfic

part 2

Ellaroses POV

  i opened the door and saw my dad standing there i could smell his breath from where i was standing and of course it smelt like beer. he moved closer and yelled at me to close the door. i saw that he had a bat in his hand. "where in the hell were you?! let me guess. the strip club? you dirty hoe." he said gripping onto his bat tighter and moving closer and closer. "no i was just with a friend." i stated trying to hold the tears back. "who? a boy i bet. did he get you pregnant? cause you sure look pregnant, slut." he gripped onto the bat tighter and tighter. he started lifting the bat up and then suddenly he hits me right in the middle of my throat. i fall down crying because of the pain, i'm weak. i can't do anything about it so i just sit there, letting him hurt me. and if i do try and get away he's just gonna hit me harder and harder. he keeps beating me until i can't feel a thing and everything turns black.

i wake up in a hospital bed, with bruises and blood all over me. i start panicking because all of the flashbacks are coming back. i could feel and hear him slapping, kicking, hitting, and pushing me. and then i tried to scream but nothing came out. my throat hurt and it felt almost as bad as his slapping. then the door swung open and a tall man came in the room. "hello, Ellarose. i see you've woken up. how does your throat and body feel? any better?"he asked pulling out a clipboard. i tried speaking but nothing would come out. i kept trying but still, nothing. he came up to me and said, "try talking again please." i tried again. nothing. "well. i'm sorry to tell you this but there's nothing we can do really about your throat. you got hit pretty hard and your probably not gonna be able to speak for awhile." he said giving me a little frown, "your body is also extremely bruised and your still bleeding in some places. but we're gonna send you home." when i heard that a started to freak out. i couldn't go back home. "and by home i mean your new place. your going to stay with your friend Ava, i believe that's her name. your father is in jail from what he's been doing to you for all these years." i don't know who told or called 911 about my dad but whoever did i thanked them so much. i also wonder how he knows i've been abused for awhile. but i was just thankful he's gone and out of my life.

around 12 Ava came and picked me up from the hospital and the doctor told her everything. she knew i couldn't speak and that i was bruised all over.
we got in the car and she did not seem like herself at all. i wanted to know what's wrong so i texted her, 'what's wrong..? you don't seem yourself.' i sent it and her phone bused. she picked it up and read it. "my dad and brother just passed away in a car crash. all i have left is my mom. she's nice and all but my brother was one of my best friends." she said keeping her eyes on the road but balling her eyes outs. i texted her. 'stay strong. everything's gonna be okay. i'm here for you' she read it and looked at it over again. "but isn't it ironic you tell people to stay strong but you can't stay strong yourself?" damn. that actually hurt me. i'm way to sensitive.
i texted her, 'i'm sorry.' and of course the memories and flashbacks came back. and of course i'm starting to cry. "no, i didn't mean to hurt you. it just came out." Ava said pulling into her parking garage. 'it's fine. i just wanna go to bed.' i texted her trying to talk again but only little sounds would come out.

we walked into her apartment and right away i just went to the guest bedroom. I changed into some clothes Ava had in the closet, and then i just laid down on the bed. i felt tears roll down my cheek as i looked at the ceiling fan and then my phone buzzed a little.
i ignored it for a little but i felt that the text or whatever it was really important so i picked my phone up and my mouth just dropped.

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