The Abandoned And Faithful

Chapter Four- The Giving, The Hatred.

Hours felt like minutes. Time went by as if the world was in fast forward. My sleep went by so fast, just like the blink of an eye. Suddenly, I heard voices besides my own in my head. "Olivia. Are you awake?" The gentle, soft voice of the nurse was near. Her hair that was in a bun blocked the light of the ceiling light. My eyes squint from the brightness around her head. 

"Time to get checked out honey." My arms push my body up from laying flat on my back. The nurses and doctors probably moved me from the school grounds to the hospital. In from the door, a doctor, followed by a nurse, filed in. He had a few papers on a brown clipboard with a black pen in is hand. The nurse that was talking to me moved to the side, then slipped out the door. 

His head lifted and his eyes grew. "Oh hello. I take it you are..." The papers shuffled as he lifted up the top paper to view the last few. "Olivia Marie?" My head nodded up and down. I look down and see the hospital night gown. Did they put that on me? I don't remember at all putting it on. Hmmm..

"You're a youngster. Have any family coming to take you home? If you are okay enough to go home tonight?" He said, as he slides a chair next to my hospital bed. The name tag on his jacket said "Mr. Aarons". Tears began to swell in my eyes. No one will come. Daddy is gone. Mommy can't probably. She never can support me. She never does.

"No sir. I don't" Mr. Aarons face turned from happy and excited to concern. "Not even an uncle or aunt?" My head shakes again. He broke from his train of thought and cleared his throat.

"Okay. Uhmm..what hurts? Mrs. Goldman told me that you were hurt at school and you fainted.." Tears began to swell in my eyes as I pictured the whole scene again. Not from my eyes. From Mrs. Goldman's eyes. "Everything." He kept asking me questions about what happened, writing all my answers down on paper. By the time he was done, an hour has passed.

"Alright Olivia. I will send this to the nurses and I will come back soon." Mr. Aarons said as he left the room. My hand reached up to my eyes and wiped the tears that were in my tear-ducks. The bed creaked as I turned my body to face the window. 

"Please god, make daddy be okay on his trip. Make mommy be careful with everything at home. Make them healthy. Make them alright. Whatever it takes. Please. Whatever happens to me. I just want our family to be safe. And to never break apart." My voice was soft and quiet, so no one could hear. I can't wait to get home. And for daddy to get home.

Only minutes passed until Mr. Aarons walked back in. My body spun around to face him. His clipboard was still in his hand. "Hello again Olivia. I have your test results." My back moves to the wall and I sit up all the way. "Let's see, let's see." Mr. Aarons moves across the room towards me, looking at his clipboard.

He sits on the same chair that spins around. "Are you sure no one else can come to the hospital right now? I could call Mrs. Goldman back."

"My father is gone on a trip and my mother...." I honestly don't know what to say about her. I love her to death. But she probably wont come all the way here. To support her own child. "My mother..." Mr. Aarons got closer as in comforting me. "She wouldn't come here." His head backs up in shock. 

Mr. Aarons mumbled something but I couldn't understand him. "Does she do anything to you?" My head faces down to look at my blue polka dotted hospital gown. Mr. Aarons then repeated himself. "No" I hesitated to say. His eyes shoot down.

"What's this? How did you get this?" My eyes followed down to where his eyes were shooting. My arm. The bruise my mother has put there. "It's nothing. I just...fell."

"That is a hand print. Who did it?" Now, his voice was hard, cold and stern. I look at him and tears start forming in my eyes. "You have to do something about this Olivia. This shouldn't be-"

"It happened once. Only once sir. It won't happen again." I interrupted. He looked into my eyes and must have seen the pain and struggle in my eyes because he looked away. "I'm going to call Mrs. Goodman to check you out." And left the room, closing the door behind him.

My hands move to cover my face as I cry. I eventually lay on my side, crying myself to sleep. In my head, hours passed. That felt like days. Weeks maybe. I felt as if I am in my own world. No one could save me. No one. I was literally alone. In the blackness and emptiness in my head.

The sound of a door opening could be heard across the room. My eyes crack open to see Mrs. Goldman and Mr. Aarons. "There is nothing wrong with her ma'am. She just got banged on the head. Nothing serious right now." Right now. Right now? That means later I could have something happening to me.

"Okay. I will take her home sir. Thank you." I heard Mrs. Goldman talk so soft and quiet. Her presence could be felt on my side. I decided to open my eyes. Her head was turned to the side, looking at me. "Feeling better, Olivia?" My back again connects with the wall and I rub my eyes.

"Yeah I am." Sometimes, I felt as if she was my mother. She acted like it. All the time. Always so nice to me. "Ready to go?" She grabbed my hand and lifted me off the bed carefully. Mrs. Goldman was the nicest lady on earth. Like she would give up anything for anybody.

We both walked past the desk and out of the hospital. The breeze rushed into my face as the sliding doors moved to the side. My head still hurt badly with pounding pain. But it didn't matter that much. 

As we entered her car, the cold air from the still fresh air conditioning greated both of us. The seat belt clicked as I buckled it in. Slowly, the hospital moved back as we reversed. As we turned away, I looked back at the hospital. What if something actually happened to me? Like something terrible. I probably couldn't see my family for awhile. Couldn't see past the white prison walls in that building.

"Are you feeling any better?" Mrs. Goldman snapped me back to reality. 

"Yeah. Much better now." I licked my lips and looked down at my tennis shoes covered feet. "Thank you for all you have done."

"No problem Olivia." The drive home felt long. Like hours. With all the turns, making me hit my head on the window, made my head pound even more. Soon enough, we arrived to my black driveway. Mrs. Goldman pushed the lever up to park, making the car rock. My mother's head could be seen looking out the window. 

"I should go say hello to your mother." She said, reaching for her seat belt buckle. 

"No. There's no need. I will see you at school." I responded, un-clicking the seat-belt and opening the door. My foot stepped on the pavement and I turned around. I smile and close the door. Mother's head couldn't be seen anymore. I dragged my feet into the front door.

The door opens with a creak. Mother was sitting in a chair in the living room. Her head moved towards me as the door opened. "You look terrible." She moaned, giving me a disgusted look.

"I am not felling good today." The seat slid back as she gets up abruptly. 

"What is that on you?" She asked, pointing at me. I look down to see the hospital gown still around my neck.

"I went to the hospital. No one told you what happened at school today?" 

"No. No one told me." She said in a rude tone. "What happened to you?" 

"I got beat up. By Eric and his friends." Her head turned away, rolling her eyes.

"Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"

"They are above me mother. Like three grades above me." Mother got more in my face. My back was now against the wall.

"I am ashamed to call you my daughter." That tore my heart apart. My hand raised to fix my hair behind my ear. Her face looked me deep in the eyes. I shook my head and walked towards the stairs. My feet boom up the stairs, hitting the old wood. 

"I love you." I say, stopping in my tracks. No response. My feet finished stomping on the stairs then ran to my door. The door slammed as I ran to my bed. Tears were streaming down my face more. My eyes shot around the room frantically. I wish father was here. I need his comfort.