childhood memories

Chapter 25

As I slurred, my eyes fluttered open, immediately bringing my consciousness to light.
I was in the nurses room...it must have been, I've never seen somewhere so unblemished.
Looking to my right, having noticed myself layed on a bed, my eyes came in contact with Laurence who was very quietly playing a game on his phone.
It looked like Tetris.
By time he realized I was awake the nurse had come in.
I watched her.
"What...what happened?"
I asked
"You suffered a slight loss in sugar levels, caused you to go into exhaustion and collapse"
The nurse replied, half of what she said barely being processed.
Yet I made no statement.
However, I realized that one of my shirt buttons was undone...i always had them all up...
I felt my bare neck in which my collar Would usually join and it immediately sparked their attention.
Had...had they undressed me?
That means...that means they could have seen...no, no,no! Please no!
My eyes couldn't help but tear slightly at the thoughts.
The nurse noticed.
Laurence did too and put his phone away.
"Wh...what did you do?"
I asked
The nurse sat down next to me, Laurence somehow being allowed to stay.
"Just a physical examination..."
Now I knew what that meant.
I attempted to sit up but she immediately forced me back down, my abused back causing a minor rejection against the contact of the bed.
"Mr Ro Meave...we've seen the scars, some of them fairly new...how did you get them?"
She asked.
Laurence watched me as I stuttered.
"T-Theyre nothing, honest"
I replied
"... Garroth has someone been hurting you?"
Laurence then questioned, my eyes darting to his.
Not him too...
"No!
No one would...no one would hurt me!"
I defended
"It's all a misunderstanding, I swear, my d-dad wouldn't"
I teared
"My dad wouldn't, Laurence, you've got to believe me"
I stammered before he sighed.
"... who said it was your dad?"
...
I slipped up.
"W-What?"
I asked
"You just said you dad wouldn't hurt you...who made the accusation that it was him?"
He repeated, each muscle in my body tensing.
"...I-I just a-assumed that y-you would have thought it was him s-straight away..."
What kind of excuse was that?!
The nurse must have found out by now... afterall she wasn't for letting me leave and stayed on the teachers intercoms for quite awhile talking to someone.
All while I kept my eyes on the door, ready at any moment to bolt out.
However, Laurence was holding me very gently by the wrist, retraining me.
There's was no where to hide...yet again I'd have to face my father's rath as we would leave to another town away from the law...afterall 'if we moved somewhere else, we are no longer their business'.
I suppose some in what my father says is true, people only do it for the money...
Take this nurse for instance.
She doesn't care...all she does is patch children up and get her paycheck at the end of the month.
If it's last lesson and you feel sick?
She wouldn't help you.
'Too close to home time dear, you can wait'
...
Bullshit.
Care?
They don't know the meaning of the word.
Next thing I knew Zane and Vylad came into the room, having been escorted by a senior member of staff.
The nurse then requested Laurence to leave and with that he swiftly did, giving me a soft wave goodbye as he went.
The air was thick and heavy, enough to break a man's fortitude within seconds.
Vylad was sat to my left and Zane was sat to my right where Laurence originally was.
The staff member introduced himself and made several inquiries as to why i've been stated to have...bruises.
One, I'm being bullied at school.
Two, I'm far too clumpy.
And three, Abuse during luxury hours... That's basically when I'm at home.
I couldn't make eye contact after he took a look for himself at the scars, far too much pain and embarrassment I suppose.
Zane must have looked disappointed...he was used to us moving around now, and because of me he didn't ever try to make friends... typical.
I made no response...I knew what was to come.
After my refusal to comply he rung my father to come in for an office meeting, all four of us in the head man's office.
It was dark in there...musky, old wood, dark green silk curtains peeled back by a set of golden rings on either side of the window.
There was only one window, one main one that is, just behind the ancient desk that the head master sat seated.
Only that and the green lamp gave lighting.
I was sat closes to dad, Vylad next to me and Zane on the far left, all in a row.
We didn't say a word...
Observed the full escalation of violence as a comprehensive determination of abuse set in...the headmaster knew what Garte had been up to and was tenaciously furious and aimed in getting him sent to court.
I would have usually been happy, no one had ever been this blunt or serious with my father...it almost impressed me.
However, as I made my eyes avert to my side Vylad, as innocent as he is, was hiding his tears with a heavy fringe and his head tilted downward.
He hated moving...new school, new people...and even though he's as shy as he is he still makes friends.
Dante, for example...he's a better person than I am... supporting, respectful, talented...perfect for Vylad.
I could tell that they had made a personal bond, much stronger than anyone else he'd ever made one with.
He was gripping his arms, his nails bitten away to the very hilt.
"..."
I sighed softly.
If it means making them happy...to lie in a senior member of staffs face, hold on to the very little dignity I will have left...i will do this...for my brothers.
I gently raised my hand, the head masters attention detecting off my father and to me.
His once firm and violent voice turned soft and gentle, his hazelnut eyes staring me straight in the eye with his flicked back grey hair.
"Yes?"
He questioned
My father looked down to me threateningly as I lowered my arm and gripped my knees.
"Don't... Don't yell at my Father"
I stated
He tilted his head very slightly.
"He...The bruises didn't come from him..."
I added as he scowled slightly, his truth being pushed aside with my lies to replace it.
Garter jolted, shocked almost.
"Then where did they come from?"
The man questioned.
I gulped, a cold sweated boiling over head while all attention was aimed specifically at me.
Here it goes...no backing out now.
.
.
.
"They're self inflicted"