Ain't No Sharing You

Love Tap(s)

I woke up to see Trent sleeping in a chair next to my bed. I knew I was in the hospital before I opened my eyes because I could smell it. I hated hospitals and I wanted out.

"Trent." I croaked out while trying to adjust in the bed. Everything hurt. I had felt pain before, but this was a pain I had never felt before.

"You're up." He said getting up stretching and walking towards the door. He came back with a doctor who kind of looked like bratz doll, big pouty lips and all. She was pretty tall and had a short curly hairstyle.

While she was checking me out and letting me know that I had fractured ribs, a concussion and some bumps and bruises she announced that she had a social worker coming to see me. I instantly tried to shut that idea down.

"Ma'am, we're just trying to get you some help." She said once she saw the look that I was giving her. "I know most times victims of domestic violence don't-"

"I'm not a victim." I said cutting her off.

"Like, I said the social worker, Ava Brooks, will be in to see you shortly. We'd like to keep you over night just for observation."

"I'm ready to go home." I stated pulling that thin hospital cover from me and tried to swing my legs over the bed.

"Mimi, stop. You're staying here. You called me and asked for help. That's what you're getting." Trent said standing in front of me so I couldn't get out of the bed. I looked at the doctor and nodded my headed giving her the okay.

"I'll let Ava know that you're ready for her." She said placing her pen in her lab coat and exiting the room.

I shook my head and tears fell from my eyes. I was scared. Getting help meant that I was admitting that I was victim. It meant that I was weak and I wasn't able to hold my marriage together. I knew not being home when he got in from work was going to send him overboard. I started to bite my nails at the thoughts of what he was going to do to me. The thoughts that ran through my mind were worse than the flashbacks of my beatings. Just as I started hyperventilating Trent wrapped his arms around me. Just a simple hug soothed me. Trenton was saying words that were mumbled. As my breathing calmed I realized that Trent was praying for me and not preying on me.

"You're going to make it through this. You hear me?" He said using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears.

"Yeah." I said quietly as I bit my lip.

"You're going to talk to the social worker and the police will be back to take your statement. No boy who puts his hands on a woman deserves to be walkin around free."

"He doesn't need to go to jail, Trent. It was just a misunderstanding."

He shook his head and scoffed. "A misunderstanding?"

"Yeah, I just made him really angry. I just have to do better." I said and looked down at my fingers. Trent walked into the bathroom and came back putting a mirror in my face.

"This is what a misunderstanding looks like? Huh? The next time I see him there's gonna be another 'misunderstanding'" He said as I pushed the mirror away from my face.

"You don't understand he just-"

Just as I was going to defend the reason I was laid up in a hospital bed a lady walked in the room. She introduced herself as the social worker. Trent excused himself as we talked about my situation. I sugar coated stories just so Brandon didn't look as bad as the monster he was. I decided that I would leave as long as I didn't have to involve the police. Ava gave me her info and told me to reach out to her if or when I needed her.