We arrived at a small motel a quarter to midnight. Luke told me that he can't drive anymore and that we needed to find a motel. We walked up to the front desk to be greeted by a chick with glasses set low on her nose, hair up in a bun, and sleeves of tattoos.
"Hello, how I may I help you?" She asked. Her accent was American. She was the first American I've met here.
"We need a room for the night," I explained. She began to type.
"Names?"
"Luke Hemmings and Kadee Richard." Her eyes shot up from her computer.
"Kadee?" She questioned.
"Yeah, that's my name." I was sorta confused why she was so shocked.
"It's me. Auntie Beth." I started to back away, She verbally and psychically abused me when she lived with us when I was first diagnosed to help my mother pay for the bills. She laughed when I shaved my head and would always point out my disabilities because of my tank. I never told anybody because they would call me a liar.
"Babe, can you finish the rest? I have to get some stuff from the car." He nodded and I ran out of the lobby. We left the car unlock so I just opened the door and got in the back. I brought my knees up to my chest and cried. All of the memories clouded my mind.
*Flashback*
"Beth, can look over Kadee while I get the groceries?" Mom asked. She smiled and nodded. I clutch my tank handle and stood in front of her.
"Awe, that's so cute, a little cancer girl thinks that she can beat me up." She laughed.
"Just because I have a deadly disease doesn't mean I can't kick your ass." I rolled my eyes.
"You can't because you will run out of breath and have to sit down. You can't even run twenty steps without having to stop. You are just a waste of space." The tears welled in my eyes.
"What happened? We used to be so close but ever since you moved in here and I got diagnosed you've just become a bitch." I started to walk to my room but she caught my wrist. She turned my around and slapped me right right across the cheek.
"Don't ever talk to me like that again!" I got out of her grasp and started to run down the hall to my room.
Some people think that's nothing and that "people have it way worse". Don't you think I know that? Just, I'm 13 and my hormones are going crazy. I'm happy, sad, mad, and confused. And cancer just made it worse.
I'm not going tell anybody about this because nobody will believe me. I swear to god that this will be a secret that I will never, ever tell. I swear on my life.
*End Of Flashback*
That was the first time she hit me. She didn't do it often, but when she did, I totally deserved it. After a while, I began to believe what she said. That I was a waste of space, that I deserved the cancer, that I wasn't pretty, and that I deserved to die.
I looked up to see Luke walking out of the doors and coming towards the car. I put my knees down and I wiped my eyes before Luke opened the door and got in next to me.
"Hey beautiful, why are you crying?" I sniffed and just looked at him.
"She hurt me." I said. I didn't care anymore, I just needed to tell somebody. And in this case, it's Luke.
"Who hurt you?" He asked, clueless.
"My Aunt Beth. She verbally abused me and sometimes, even physically abused me. She would tell me that I'm a waste of space, and that I'm not pretty and that I deserved the cancer. She really hurt me, Luke. I can't stay in that motel." I said, shedding tears as the memories were still clouded in my mind.
"But you aren't a waste of space, you are beautiful, and you don't deserve the canc-"
"Yes I do, Luke! I do deserve the cancer. And I'm not beautiful and I am just a waste of sp-"
"I'm going to stop you right there," He cupped his hands around my face, "You are letting her mean comments get to you. She means absolutely nothing to you. She is wrong. Don't give a single fuck about what she thinks. You are beautiful to me and I wouldn't be the man I'm today without you today. So don't ever talk about yourself like that again. Okay?"
"Okay." I cried in his arms. We sat like that for another 20 minutes. I soon felt myself slowly drift off to sleep.
-
I wake up in Luke's arms. I look around to see that we are still in the parking lot of the motel and you having been sleeping in back of his car for the night. I shake him, trying to wake him up.
"Luke."
"Luuuukkkkeeee."
"LUCAS ROBERT HEMMINGS!" He wakes up with a jolt and almost falls on the ground. He scowls me. I put my hands up in surrender. "It's not my fault that you don't wake up easily."
"What time is it?" I take my phone out of my pocket and check the time.
"10:30." He looks at me panicked.
"We need to get going. Get in the front!" I frantically got out of the back and got in the passenger seat.
He put the key in and backed out of the motel's driveway.
