Finding Promise (WATTYS 2017)

Chapter seven

I see nothing but white and hear a series of beeps. Where am I? I looked to the edge of my bed where  a red fuzz lay. Was I home? How'd he get in my house? I raised up and called for him. The back off my head had a throbbing pain. And my throat ached as I called. I started choking on my words own and laid back down. I could hear him get up and rush to my side.

  "She's awake!" he yelled his eyes big with worry. Thing two that I now knew about him. I saw a doctor and a man in a police uniform. It turns out the police was Jarreds Dad. He must look like his mother. The only feature of his father that I could see was his height and ears. The doctor came over and said that I had a concussion. Wasn't surprising. My head hurted like a bitch.

  "Can we take her home today?". "Yes, she will have to stay up till one o'clock. I groaned ; this is going to be hard. Especially with the extra beating I was going to receive. I kept my face blank trying not to show any emotions.

  I think Jarred saw through me because he insisted that I stay at his house tonight. I was glad that he offered not that I was going to say yes that easy, " I don't want to be a bother I can keep myself." I said.

His eyes got big again, " Last time you did anything 'yourself 'it got you jumped and in a hospital bed!" He yelled. Oh my gosh he actually cared about my well fair. Though luck. Acting remember. The tiny voice told me in a snobby tone. The sparkle of hope was now gone.

  I focused my attention back on Jarred. He was pulling one of his red curls. He looked fusterated. Thing number three and it's out of the park. It was fun seeing him so riled up. But also weird. "Fine, fine. Don't need to get all mountain lion on me! I said holding my hands up in defeat.Everyone laughed while he mumbled under his breath. I gave him  a  smirk. So it was decided. I would spend the night at Jarreds.

  The drive went slow. I stared out the window daydreaming. Well sorta it was nighttime but I was awake so therefore it's a daydream. I watched as the colors wirled behind us. Looking down at the white stripes that flashed behind. Slowly going into a trance picturing. my daydream.

I was home my dad was at work and me and my mom were painting each others nails and talking about girl stuff like prom and boys. The thought brought a smile to my face. I hadn't realised how much I missed her. I hadn't realised how much I was holding in.

  Tears trickled down my face. I felt Jarreds hand rub my back. I wiped my eyes and turned towards him biting my bottom lip. He hesitated but wrapped his arm around me pulling me into his chest. Was this being taken advantage of? If it was I couldn't just snatch away. Especially after all he'd done for me. It felt weird to be held with such care. Usually if I was held it was down for a beating. Not that I would be surprised by it.

  I stared blankly at nothing careful not to fall asleep. I quoted poetry to stay awake

  You hear the babys cry but why can't you hear mine?

  Can't you hear my solitary lonely sigh?

  It started at age ten but now it has to end.

  Can't you see the pain in my eyes.

  You can hear the babys cry; so why won't you listen to mine?

  The poem had so much pain and hurt in it. It reminded me of myself. That's the point of poetry right? I sat there quietly reciting the poetry over and over again.

  We pulled up to a red brick house with a rainbow of flowers on its side. It was beautiful as the blue and white flowers shone in the moonlight. Breathtaking.

  Who knew that  he lived in such a house. I was expecting to see a big happy family sitting around laughing with each other, waiting for their brother's and dad's return. Instead I saw a teenage girl who looked my age at a computer. When she headed the door she gave her father and brother a hug. I didn't mind this picture either. Far as I was concerned this is a happy family. There was only one person missing from this picture; a mother.