Finding You

Chapter three: Paisley

He pulled me onto the hard white tile floor. The impact of my body hitting the floor made a huge thud. I couldn't get up...it hurt so much. I didn't wanna move. It wasn't going to prevent him from getting to me again.

 "Paisley I can't stand you," he said as he stood up off the floor. He began to laugh at me laying there helpless. "I'm going out I have a date," he kept cackling, "have fun getting up off the floor alone." He slammed the door behind him. 

I don't think I was going to be able to move. Not like I really could I felt like he'd broken my rib. I couldn't breathe steadily anymore and I couldn't stand up. "HELP!" I screamed hoping it would echo loud enough to be heard by the woman upstairs above my apartment. "HELP ME PLEASE!" I screamed louder.

 "Paisley hunny are you alright," she said through the front door. "No I can't...get...up," I said spacing my breath. "Baby can you open the door for me?" she questioned urgently although she'd already known I couldn't stand. "No Miss Willow I can't...," I gasped, "I think he broke my ribs." "I'm calling 911 and CPS this can't keep happening to you!" she screamed into the door.

 I started to cry, but then stopped because everything got hazy. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I could barely breathe. What if I was going to die here on this very floor?What if he came home and told them it was an accident? Where am I gonna go? I was freaking out. Only if I kept freaking out I would hyperventilate and probably pass out. They kicked in the door. I watched it almost in slow motion as it crashed against the floor. Policeman after policeman rolled into my house running everywhere. Three ran upstairs, as for the other two the remained on the main level of the apartment. They searched each room very intricately. But...WHEN THE HELL WAS SOMEONE GONNA GET ME OFF THE FLOOR! Like damn! They stepped over me to get up the fucking stairs! What is with police officers nowadays. Then finally Miss Willow entered the room, this time with CPS workers and a doctor.

 The doctor began to place her hands on my back..."Don't do that!" I screamed into her face. "I'm sorry hunny but I have to feel it to make sure nothings broken," she replied sweetly back to me. I felt guilty for screaming at her. 

She looked no more than 25-years-old, she was a short haired brunette, and she was very tall and thin. She pushed and I began to cry loudly. The pain was so serve...it hurt so very very badly. Suddenly I couldn't breathe again. She knew something was broken and immediately ran outside and grabbed a male nurse who was going to try to, as effectively and gently as he could, put me onto a stretcher.

 "We're going to have to turn you over Paisley," he said glumly. I looked at him in shock they couldn't do that! It was going to hurt too much!

 During his few words I got sidetracked by the two CPS workers roaming the main floor of my home. They were short African American women. One had long braids and was wearing a pencil skirt which was charcoal grey. Her blouse was the same color and she was wearing a black cardigan over her bare shoulders. The other one had short flat hair. It looked professionally pressed with a flat iron. She was in a form-fitting dress which was teal. Then I realized they were waiting for me.

 "Paisley are you ready?" she looked at me puzzled. "Yes ma'am," I replied beginning to cry before they even touched me. 

They picked me up off the ground and I automatically began to wail. They placed me on the bed and it continued. Everything got hazy and blurry again, but I didn't care anymore it hurt so bad. Miss Willow followed not too far behind holding my hand. I suppose she was trying to yield my tears. Then I saw my dad...I began to cry even more. He hates me enough to break my ribs and leave me on the floor, but I'm always the problem. Always! Always! Always!Always! When will he realize that he's making life hard on himself. He began to walk into the knocked down the door but cops collectively came and began to arrest him. He unraveled himself quickly however and darted to the stretcher where we all stood. 

"You're so stupid little girl," he said placing his hand and pushing my back. 

"AHHHH!" I screamed. 

He was then tackled to the ground by a bunch of policemen. They instructed Miss Willow to ride behind the ambulance because she wasn't a distinct family member. Then I was picked up and placed into the ambulance. I was alone in an ambulance, my father got arrested, I probably have nowhere to go, and I'm going to a place to be touched and questioned about my home life. The doctors immediately notice my heart rate start to steadily increase over the five minutes since we'd pulled out from the house.

 "Sweetheart you need to calm down," she said worriedly. My heart beat kept increasing as I kept thinking. When the female nurse had freaked out officially, because she was worried, she put morphine into my IV. Pain medicine that also helped soothe my rushing mind taking it off the pain. But making me very...very...sleepy...
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To be continued...