Alice POV:
"Can you go find the doctor to see when I can leave?" I asked.
"Yeah sure hun, do you need anything else to eat?"
I practically choked on my crackers when he said 'hun'. "Uh, nope just the leaving thing." I said trying to hide a smile.
He left without a second look, maybe he meant to say it. I look over at Betty and Jug who are now walking back into the room.
There was something off about Betty and Jug. They stayed silent for far to long and sat down in the corner.
"Okay will someone please say something." I snapped. Betty pops her head up and smiles.
"What!" I yelled.
"Nothing its just that my dad seems really happy." Jug said. We sat in silence for a few more minutes before FP and the doctor came back in. The doctor handed me a clipboard with sheet of paper. "Sign here and you are free to go."
"Okay then," I signed the paper and FP helped me out of the bed. He assisted me into a wheelchair and pushed me down the halls and through the hospital.
"Could you go any slower" I said mocking him for how slow he was pushing me.
"I'm trying to keep you safe, and I am not going any faster." He said giggling.
"Pleaseeeeeee" I beg.
"Nope, if you keep asking I'm going to go even slower."
"Fine." I said crossing my arms and smiling ear to ear.
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We all piled into his truck and drove back to my house. It was a long silent car ride, I didn't want to go home, I just wanted to go anywhere but that hell hole of a home. Its the house where I was hurt everyday, not only by Hal but by myself. I refused to let myself be my own person. I relied on Hal in ways that I never should have, and when I did something wrong he would hurt me. In ways to painful to explain.
When we pulled up to the house I didn't want to get out of his truck.
"Do I have to go in?" I said under my breath hoping he wouldn't hear. But he did and took his car out of park and shifted into drive. He continued to drive away.
"Where are we going?" I asked but he doesn't answer.
"Mr. Jones where are we going?" Betty asked.
"We are going home Betty." He said reaching his hand out to me. I place my hand in his and he drives to his trailer.
When we arrived I try to get out of the car but I didn't have any energy.
"Betty can you help me please?"
"Don't worry about it Betty, I got her." He helped me get out and carries me to the couch. He gently places me down and our eyes meet, time seems to stop. He pushes a stray piece of hair behind my ear and we stare into each others eyes for what seems like ages.
I really wanted to kiss him and tell him how nervous I am about this whole process but I can't. The words seems like they are trapped behind old feelings. I broke the eye contact, and laid down curling up into a ball on the couch.
He ran to his room and brings back his comforter. Its the same one he had since high school, it still smells faintly of leather and a little bit like smoke. He drapes it over me and tucks me in. Then he fluffs a pillow and lifts my head for me and places it under my head.
"What are you doing?" I asked confused as to why he was pampering me.
"Am I not allowed to keep you comfy?" He asked heading to his kitchen and brining back a glass of water. He placed the glass next to me on the coffee table. Before I could answer Betty and Jug came in.
"Mom were gonna head to pops do you want anything?"
"Nope I'm good, but FP might want something." I said popping my head up from the giant blanket that is engulfing me.
"I'm good Betty but here take some cash from my wallet its in the truck."
"Thanks dad." Jug said before pulling Betty out with him.
FP sat on the other couch across the room and turns on the TV. I sat up and pushed some of the blankets off of myself.
"You okay?" He asked sitting up and looking worried.
"Woah big boy, I'm just sweating a little, and I'm a little nauseas." I said putting my head between my knees. FP comes and sits next to me and turns off the TV. He started to rub my back and hands me the glass of water. I take a small sip and hand it back to him.
Then an overwhelming wave of nausea comes over me and before I can spit out anything other than "FP I'm gonna..."
I threw up all over his couch, blanket, pillows, and floor. I felt so bad, I had never thrown up so much in my life.
"Its okay Al, don't worry about my stuff." He said answering my question without me saying it. God, how does he do it, this man can read my mind.
As I finally got a break from puking there is a knock at the door. FP and I exchange glances, who could possibly be here? FP stands up to open the door and I put my head in my hands wiping the vomit off my face. Then an all to familiar voice rings through the vomit smelling trailer.
"Hi FP,"
"Uh, Uh, Gladys what are you doing here?"
And without another word I throw up once again.
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Hope you liked this chapter.
What do you think Gladys wants?
