Maybe, There is a Happy Ending

Chapter One

Veronica's POV:

Here I am again, crying out in pain yet no one is helping me.

"Veronica! How dare you stain my carpet with blood!" My mother yells, punching me in the jaw and in the stomach. The pain is unbearable and my vision is slowly fading but I am using every muscle in my body to keep my eyes open.

My mum once again kicks me but just under my left breast, close to my ribs. Thankfully she didn't make contact at the ribs. I then feel pain in my stomach from contact of my mum's fist and I fall to the tiled kitchen floor, no longer being able to hold myself up. "You put blood on my new carpet, you whore!" she yells.

I was focused on my pain that much that I didn't hear my father come in the Kitchen. "Rose! Call nine-one-one! She needs to go to hospital!" My father yells out. I can't hear anything else after that because my vision suddenly turns black.

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"What's her name?" I hear an unfamiliar masculine voice. I feel like I have been in this same position, in this really uncomfortable bed for years. My throat is killing me, perhaps from lack of liquid and as I open my eyes, I immediately shut them again because of the brightness of this hospital room.

"Veronica Carter. Sixteen. Fell and hit her head on the counter top is her mother's description of what had happened." I hear a female say. Of course, my mum would lie about what had happened. That's what she always does when I come to this place.

"How long has she been like this for?" the male asks the female.

"She has been like this for three days."

Upon hearing that I spring up, my eyes opening up and I gasp, full of surprise. Three days I've laid here for? I can tell I scared the crap out of the two people in front of me as they both jumped and stared at me wide-eyed.

"So-So-Sorry." I mutter softly, keeping my head down.

"Ms. Wilder, can you please go and get Miss Carter over here a glass of water?" the male asks the female that I now know as Ms. Wilder. She nods her head, making the floppy bun made from her black hair bop up and down, and walks out of the hospital room.

The male looks over at me. He looks to be in his forties with brown short hair and hazel eyes. I couldn't see the type of figure this guy had due to his long, white doctors coat. I would think he would have a lean looking body though.

"Hello Veronica, I'm Doctor Hudson." He greats me and sits on the edge of the hospital bed. "Your mother has told me that you have fallen over and hit your head on the Kitchen counter top. But, with her description, it doesn't match your bruises on your jaw, stomach and just under your left breast. Can I please hear your explanation on what had happened?" he asks, his voice gentle and in a friendly manner. His face held a look of encouragement, making me open up on what truly happened.

Tears are starting to form in my eyes. After every hospital visit, I should be used to all the lies my mother has told to the doctors but I can't help it but still feel hurt about the action. All the memories of me in pain and a part of mum's body making contact with my body come swirling into my mind. "My m-mother b-b-bashes me up." I stutter, letting my tears out with my words.

He writes something down on his clipboard and then looks back up at me. "My wife is a psychiatrist. Do you want me to make her come in and talk to you? By your history here in this hospital and this time, I can see that you need to talk to someone about it. Whether you want to or not, it will be good for your health. She does an amazing job and it will help you. I can make her come in now if you like." He offers.