Obsessed {A Dexter Fan fiction}

Chapter seven

—about two weeks later hush—

"Hailie, you are all set to go home."  the male doctor says with a smile, which I return.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Harrison asked, knowing I had to be wheeled out in a wheelchair.

I chuckled and pulled him up onto my lap and my father rolled me out. When we reached the car, Dexter's was next to us.

"Hailie! Can you come with us? Pleeaaaseee?" Harrison begged and begged.

"No, buddy. I have to go home and see my cats and shower! I smell like an old man." I said, scrunching up my nose.

Harrison scrunched up his nose, and hopped off of my lap and ran to his car. I slowly stood up with the help of my dad and Dexter. We walked to the passenger side of the car and they helped me inside. I sat down and sighed of relief. I was finally out of the hospital and in a car. It only took like five weeks. I guess no more community college for me for a while.

I remembered what Dexter had told me. I put my number in your phone. Call or text me as soon as you can. I looked through my phone, and with no surprise, Dexter's number was there. What had stumped me was that my phone had been in the center console for five weeks, and my dad barley left the hospital. 

 My dad pulled out of the hospital and drove down the road to our house. It was quiet for most of the ride, until my father said something that caught me off guard.

"So.. Dexter must have told you about.. whoever those people were.." he said, looking at the road.

"Yeah.. he said that y'all wanted to get tests done on my brain because whoever they were thinks that I am able to use more of my brain that the average person. Dexter said that they might be becoming obsessed with me, and are wanting to do what The Brain Surgeon was doing.. but with all of my brain. And teach others. I don't see whats so different about me though.. I'm normal. Right?" I asked my father.

My father sat there quietly for a minute. "When I found you in the house, you had hidden been sitting in the middle of a room, an empty one. That was smart, especially for someone at that age. I don't know how you did it, either it was you were too scared to move, or something, but you were able to do that and save your life. You were three. Most three year old's are barley talking and just out of diapers." 

I looked at my father with a blank expression. I didn't know what to say.

After about two more minutes, we pulled into our driveway. My father pulled into the garage, and parked the car. We had an unusually large garage for only me and my father living here. My mother, more like my foster mother, had died when I was 11 years old, she had been shot three times in the chest by an unknown person. I was in the house when she had been killed. It happened in the house. I had been upstairs when I heard banging around,so I went downstairs. When I reached the living room, my mother was being gunned down by the man, although he didn't see me. He shot my mother one time in the chest, she fell to her knees, he shot again in the same place, and she fell onto her back. One last time through the chest before I screamed. The man heard me, and tried to find me. I had been very good at hiding, and the police were on their way. The man must have known, because he fled the scene. 

I got myself out of the car and walked inside. My two cats came rushing up by me to say hello. I brushed past them and walked into my kitchen. I found some food and ate and apple. I didn't know where my father went, probably went upstairs to get a good night's sleep. 

I walked over to my stairs and struggled up them. Once I finally reached the upstairs, I walked into my room and carefully plopped myself on my bed. Soon enough, my cats were on my bed and I dozed off.