Wrapped

Chapter 32

Nick

The man - my father - stepped closer to the hospital bed, smiling down at me. His teeth were crooked, giving him a slightly creepy grin.

Before I could say anything, he took a deep breath and widened his eyes, "Look how big you are," he paused, looking from my face to my chest, "It's been a while," he finished off with a nod.

I swallowed, not knowing what to say. Mixed emotions ran through me. I was surprised to see him, almost a little happy even. It has been ten years, I missed him. Confusion was another feeling I had felt. How did he know I was here at the hospital? Or what room I was in? Did my mom tell him about incident? But she wouldn't do that, she can't stand my father.

"Look how big you are," He said barely above a whisper so I could hardly even hear him.

I watched closely as he slowly tilted his head off to the side, his eyes clearly showing that he was examining my body, especially in certain areas. Just him looking at me in that sort of manner is really making me feel uncomfortable.

Wow, he's acting really creepy.

A smirk soon appeared across his face, "Oh, Nick," He began, slowly stretching his hand over towards me, "Aren't you a little warm under that blanket?"

Without letting me reply to him, he gripped the corner of the blanket that laid above my chest, and swiftly pulled it down to my knees. Instinctively, I lean over to grab the blanket, only to get pain in my stomach to form again, making me groan.

"Dad," I hiss and lay back on the bed. "I was fine before, I'm actually quite cold."

A wide devilish grin was then plastered across his face, "Oh, really?" He questioned and sat on the edge of the bed, making a loud squeak echo through the room, "I can help that."

I felt his arm drape over my shoulders and he pressed my small body against his side. This isn't right. This is uncomfortable. It making me feel, almost sick.

Slowly, he rubbed his hand up and down my arm, smiling down at me. "This is just like how I would put you to bed at night," He said in a husky tone.

What is he talking about? I never remember him tucking me into bed when I was younger. Why is he acting so gross around me? This man can't possibly be my father. Relatives aren't supposed to be doing this kind of stuff to other family members.

"What are you talking about? Please stop this," I growl and weakly push him to get off, but it doesn't work.

My dad shushes me quickly by placing his finger upon my lips, "Now, Nick, I don't want you to get to loud and disturb the nurses," He says quietly, leaning his face closer to mine. His eyes pierced into mine, sending chills down my spine.

"Please get away from me," I whimper while still attempting to push him off the bed.

He gives me a confused look, "What's wrong?" He asks calmly and turns his body more to face me, "You don't remember this; us hanging out?" He questions.

I scrunch my face, trying to not cry or scream. I don't understand what's he's talking about. I have no memory of him touching me like this, or looking crazy like, or anything. Why can't I remember?

"Nick, come on now. Just relax, and you will soon enough remember everything," My dad grimaces and moves his hand across my chest. Even though I still had the cover - up on, I could still feel something piercing through the fabric, hitting my skin.

I felt his hand slowly move from my chest down to my stomach, making my heart pick up speed and my breathing quicken. Tears stung my eyes. I want this to stop. This is wrong.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Fear overcame me. What if I say something and he ends up hurting me? Or doesn't listen?

Where is my mom?

Squeezing my eyes shut, his hand made its way below my belly - button. I could hear him softly panting as he touched me in this way.

The sound of footsteps in the hospital hallways made my dad stop instantly. He pulled away from me and jumped off the bed, running his hand through his hair.

"I better go," He said, barely glancing at me, "I'll see you later, Nick."

I watched him slowly make his way towards the door. Before he exited, he turned back to me with a small smirk upon his face, "Let's not mention this to your mom, okay?"

Then he left me, alone, shocked, disgusted.

All I want to do is cry and scream. I cannot believe that just happened to me. How could that at all be real right now? My father wouldn't have really done that stuff to me, right? Well, then again, I haven't seen him in ten years. Maybe he changed and he's like some kind of creep or pervert or something. This is just to mind blowing for me to even think about it.

I start to think how great it would be if Zack were here. He would make me smile; he would kiss me and tell me that everything is okay. Just thinking about how we're away from each other is breaking my heart.

I just want Zack to be here with me.

"Nick?" Someone calls my name that was clearly called from the doorway. For one thing, it was a guy's voice. Not my dad's voice, but a certain someone that I've been waiting to see for a long time.

I turn my head over to the doorway and smile instantly. Even though my stomach hurts, it feels like it's doing somersaults and my heart is beating apace, and I feel happy tears fill my eyelids.

"I can't believe you're actually here," I croak out, having my voice being chocked on my cries.

Zack is actually here.