The Secret

Chapter 29

Sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chair, just staring at him is painful. The beeping of all of the machines around him is all I hear. His face is badly bruised and his head is wrapped in a bandage. I wish I could do something, anything. Kathleen rang his parents and she has informed me that they would be coming down to him. After the police came, Jax was instantly taken into the ambulance, I came with him, leaving the crime scene. After I arrived, Jax went into surgery. During the time the surgery was taken place, the police showed up and questioned me. I told them everything. I didn't hold back. It was surprisingly easy to share the story. They left and told me that I might be contacted to come back into the station. The curtains swoosh open. I look away from Jax momentarily to see my mam clutching two takeaway cups of hot drinks.

"Here." she extends her arm holding one of the cups to me. I grab it mumbling a thank you. I take a sip of the hot tea relishing the warmth that cascades down my throat. I hear the scrape of a chair being pulled up next to me. I look over at my mam's bruised face but her eyes are filled with warmth. I haven't told her the full story about baby-face, who's real name is Mark. It's much easier telling it to a stranger. I've lied way too many times to my mam and it has been eating away at me. I push away the worry before it overclouds my thoughts.

"Is he in a coma?" she asks as her hand rubs my back.

I shake my head without taking my eyes off of him. "No, just unconscious." The room that he's in, is very similar to the one I was in. The curtains have the same patterns, Small blue tightly packed polka-dots against a white background. The only difference really is the fact that it's Jax lying in that bed, instead of me.

"How's Esther and Haley?" I ask.

"They were questioned at the house, they came here to get a check-up, I think by now they went home."

I nod slightly taking another sip of my tea, unsure of what to say next. I cup the cup in my hand, feeling the warmth travel from the cup to my hands. The smell of the hospital becoming familiar to me. I look over at Jax, lying still. There's a part of me that's scared that he'll never wake up. The gash on his head was very large. I can still feel the red liquid on my hands as I touched his head. I stand up and walk over to the side of the bed. I stare at his peaceful state. He looks like death. I quickly shake the thought off. I place my hand on top of his, hoping he would take my hand in his. When he doesn't I place a light kiss on his cheek before returning back to the uncomfortable plastic chair

"He's lucky to have you." My mam speaks from beside me. "You two make the sweetest couple."

I cringe slightly, knowing that I told her that lie to cover myself, to with-hold the truth. I sigh, looking down at the prestine white floor.

"We're not together."

I hear her shift beside me, removing her hand from my back. "Did you break-up?"

The guilt overclouds me as I look up to see the concerned look on her face. "No, he was never my boyfriend." I look away, feeling ashamed. I take a big gulp of tea before turning back to face her. There's confusion laced in her eyebrows. I look back down to my hands which are cupped around the takeaway cup.

"I made it up, that day when I came home late, I wasn't with my boyfriend, I didn't have one and I wasn't with my friends." I close my eyes for a second, gathering the courage to her the whole truth. "That was the day that I was raped." I look up at that moment. My mam's eyes glisten with unshed tears. She moves her chair even closer to mine, wrapping her arms around me, holding me into her body. I wrap my arms around her. I feel a wetness on my shoulder, I pull back to see my mother's tears spill down her face.

"Don't cry." I choke out, willing myself not to cry.

"You could have told me." she wipes her tears with the back of her hand.

"I couldn't though, he said if I told he would kill you, I couldn't take that chance."

"Oh, honey." She wraps her arms around me again and squeezes me tight. "Who is he? I'm going to kill that prick."

I pull away from her arms, my forehead creased. I guess she didn't make the connection.

"Mark," I say.

"Who's Mark?" she asks pure confusion in her face. Is she just messing with me?

"The person who kept us in his basement," I say looking into her eyes.

She reaches out her hand to my forehead. "Are you sure you're ok?"

I swat her hand away. "Yes, I'm ok." I spit out agitated "Do you not remember? We were all in the basement. He beat you up for God's sake." I point at her face, where the bruises are. But once I look closer, there are no bruises. Her face is as pale as it was before. No scratch, no bruise, nothing. My chest rises and falls at a rapid speed. I look around the room, my eyes landing where Jax was lying down, but it's not Jax anymore. I stand up walking towards the bed. Instead of Jax, a girl is lying in the hospital bed, wires are connected to her from the machine. Her hair is dark brown laying across the pillow. Her eyelids are closed. I look over her body. She's very thin. She also looks exactly like me.

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