Fathers Dues

chapter 7

I awoke, feeling tired and in pain. My arm ached and burned like a fire, I wanted to scream, but there was something in my way, down my throat. OH GOD, WHAT IS IT!? My heart rate was rising and my whole body was twisting.

I started shaking when peopel in- what looked to me like lab coats came rushing in, I tired to break free of there grasp, but it was no use, they were too strong and they had drugs in me before I could warn them, even though I couldn't.

The next thing I knew I was able to talk again, they had taken the thing out from my throat, it was a tube for breathing. Now, I just had the little tubs that go up your nose. When the doctor came in again, he had a needle. I shouted at him.

"Don't!!!"

"Miss, you need to calm down, okay, I'm just giving you some morphine to ease the pain." He explained.

"I said NO! I don't want any pain meds, alright." I told them.

"Alright, but it's in your best interest to have some pain medication."

"I can't have any, alright, when I was kidnapped, he shot me up with heroin, aka, morphine." I told him, he was taken aback.

"Okay." He said and got rid of the needle.

"Thank you." I whispered.

At that point in time, I hadn't realized that my Father was the one who got me into that mess, he lied to me, every-time he was gone out at night, he was going to get high and laid. I couldn't think of him like that, I couldn't think of him at all.

But, when all the doctors left my room, another one came in, my Father, head of being an ass. I laughed at the thought. When he came closer to me, I looked away, I couldn't stand being related to him, even being near him sent chills up and down my spin.

He just stood at the end of the bed, looking a me, like he was deciding what to do with me. He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a whole lot of nothing. I knew that was going to happen, he never knew how to talk to me and this is just worse, because I wanted him to explain it all to me.

"Tell me why you did it?' I whispered, the first to talk.

"I was lonely." H thought that was an excuse.

"You had me, and if you needed something else, it's called a girlfriend!!" I screamed, hissing.

"I'm sorry. What more do you want me to say-do?" He asked, begging.

"I want you to leave and never come back." I whispered, turning over on my good arm.

"I can't leave, not knowing what he did to you, I couldn't bear the thought of you all alone, hurt and scared."

"Really," I forced myself to sit. "You can't leave, well where were you when I needed you! You were never there, this is all your fault, I hate you! I want you to LEAVE!!!" I shouted and fell back down on my back, crying.

"I-I, okay." He left.

I was crying, I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to live anymore, the pain was to much. I forced myself to go through the pain when the police came in to do an interview.

"Hello, Poppy, my name is Jeff, and I'm here to ask you some questions." He said, standing at the edge of my bed.

"Okay." I whispered, I could feel my body start to shake, it needed a fix, but I didn't want it.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"Yes." I said.

My body ached, my back and legs ached the most and my pain was even more sensitive, it hurt sooo much. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I could feel sweat everywhere, and my hair was sitting on end. My nose was starting to run, and I couldn't move with feeling pain.

The pain in my stomach was too much, I didn't know what to do, I held my stomach, tight. I felt my body start to heat up, I was going threw a withdrawal. My fever was getting up there, I could feel it my blood start to boil.

"Miss, are you sure, you're alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm just not feeling right." I whispered.

"Do you want me to get you some help?"

"No, I'm just going threw withdrawal."

"They never said you were a drug addict?"

"I'm n-not, he-he injected me with heroin, I didn't want it." I whispered, staring to shake, convulse.

"We need help in here!!" Jeff shouted and people started running inside.

The doctors came in first and then my Father, before I could shout at him, something started to fizz out of my mouth. I was dying, I knew I was a goner. They were doing something to me, and I didn't even know what it was.

"Back up.... we need some space."

"Is she going to be okay?" My Father asked them.

"Sir, you need to give us some space, alright, it's the only way to save her."

"What do you mean save her, is she dying?"

"Right now, yes, so please give us some space." The doctor ordered.

"Okay, okay." He said and left.

I fell under.