Loving #199

Life Since..

It's been two months since the accident. I've learned how to walk again like normal thanks to Travis and the doctors. I have quite a large scar on my collar bone but it's not really ugly, just imperfect, it could've been way worse. I have a small scar that luckily my bangs can cover up, I actually cut my hair so I'd have bangs to cover the scar. I've been so depressed.. Travis helped me get through the first few weeks, but then after that he became distant and cold. I don't go to his house anymore and he doesn't come to mine, we just text, and call sometimes. Normally he calls to talk and I just cry. I can't stand hearing his voice and not seeing him. It's killing me. I don't eat or sleep anymore. Tensions are so high at my house that I've been getting away and going to stay with uncle Ken almost every night. I don't leave my room unless dad's not around and the coast is clear to go get food. I was strumming a sad depressing ass song on my guitar when I got a text from my uncle.

Uncle Ken: How are you today Harley?

Me: Good..

Uncle Ken: Be outside in ten?

Me: alright..

Uncle Ken: pack a bag. and your guitar! I know it's in your hands right now, am I right?

Me: nailed it.. okay.

I packed a bag enough for three days in my backpack and put my guitar in a gig bag.

"Mom I'm leaving." I said coldly as I came down the stairs stepping into the living room.

"Where are you going with those bags packed?" dad spoke.... This was the first time he's spoken to me since that day. I didn't know what to say or do..

"What, now you care? Now you wanna play dad again? Because last time I checked you didn't give a shit about me when I was in the hospital half dead. You didn't give a single fuck enough about me when I was stumbling around the house with a broken leg and a concussion so bad that I barely had eyesight. It's NONE of your business where I'm going or what I'm doing anymore." I said and tried walking away, but only feeling his strong grip on my arm, being flung to the ground again.

"Get the fuck up." he said with a disgusted look.

I did as he said but stood my ground against him.

"You are nothing to me." I said quietly, then feeling another fist to the face and the cold hardwood floor as my head hit the corner of the wall, earning another small gash in my head.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes and slammed the door in his face. I walked outside to see my uncle pulling in my driveway.

"Don't look so serious kiddo." he said as he got out of the car to take my bags.

"Dad!" I said pissed off and got in the car.

"Well hello to you too." he said getting back in the car.

"I'm sorry Uncle Ken... I hate it there so much.. And mom acts like nothing ever happened, she doesn't even have my back she just turns a blind eye!" I said.

We got to my uncles house and it was just us.

"Harley come here!" he said taking a closer look at me.

I took a few breath holding steps closer to him... Great.

"Your head is bleeding Harley did you fall?" he asked now dragging me to the kitchen to clean it up.

I sat on the counter top as he wiped the blood off of my head and held the towel there to stop the bleeding.

"Seriously girl did you fall are you okay?" he asked looking at my face for other injuries.