I waited in agony, waiting for my husband in the waiting room along with Susan and James. He was brought to the hospital and was immediately taken into surgery.
I rubbed my swollen belly and shed a single tear. Susan held my hand, "It's going to be fine, dear, I know my son will survive this."
Suddenly, the door opened revealing the doctor that had operated Will. The three of us stood up and the doctor said "He lost his left kidney but he is going to be fine. You don't have to worry."
"Can we see him?" Susan asked.
"Yes, but he is still unconscious."
We rushed to Will's room and I saw him there, lying unconscious. I sat beside him and whispered, "You promised me that you're not going anywhere."
"Tamara, we are going home. I'm sure you want to stay here. I will bring your clothes tomorrow when I come, is that fine with you?" Susan asked. I nod.
It appears that I dozed off, only when I woke up it appears that it is 5 am. I glanced at William to find him awake and was staring at me.
"Will," I whispered.
"Yes, it's me."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You were sleeping and I didn't wanted to interrupt you, but I called the nurse and she said that I can go back home tomorrow."
"Good for you, then,"
"Come here" he patted the bed beside him.
I lay beside him in his arms while he rubbed my swollen belly and kissed my forehead.
Three months later, I am in a courtroom waiting for my dad's punishment.
"I hereby sentence Jeremiah Blake for 15 years of prison," the judge said.
"He's not going to hurt us anymore," Will said to me and I smiled.
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Maltreated
Short StoryJeremiah Blake blamed his daughter, Tamara for her wife's death. Because of that, she was maltreated by her own father. One day, Tamara found the chance to escape and run away from her alcoholic and messed up father. Six years later, she found hers...
