The Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 12

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After school, Carl asks me if I want to go a movie with him as friends. I sigh, knowing that I will have to go straight home to the evil family. Instead of saying all of this, I just decline politely with the excuse of me having to unpack my bags in my house today after school. He insists on having my phone number, so I give it to him, and tell him that I will text him later.
I walk back to my house from school, which isn't that far at all. Once inside, I am immediately met with hostile looks from Amy and the others. "Leave." Amy hisses at me. Surprised, I point to myself. She grabs me by my shirt and slaps me across the face. I feel blood trickle down my face, and I begin to quietly cry. She grabs me around my neck, chocking me. Struggling to breathe, my face begins to turn purple with lack of air. She let's go after a second, dropping me. Angrily, she scowls. "We have guests coming over. I don't want to see you at this house until after school tomorrow, or your father will get you in big trouble. Now GO!" She shoves me out the door. I run from the house, crying and grasping my phone and container of makeup to cover injuries.
Still gasping for air, I see the woods up ahead. I dash into there, not stopping until I find a clearing. After I found the perfect open field where no one would find me, I drop to my knees, chocking and sobbing at the same time. My face stings and my throat hurts greatly. I've been enduring this for a day or two and I already want to kill myself.
"Why me?" I scream into my hands, which are covered in blood. I look in the reflection from my phone and sigh. The makeup washed off, so you can now see my black eye, split lip, and knife gash. Not to mention the fact that my neck is now bruised with the imprint of hands chocking me, and I have a red handprint on my face. I being to sob again, curling up in a ball in the grass.
"Emily?" I hear a voice question. Horrified, I scramble onto my feet and quickly wipe my face of all it's tears. Remembering the bruises and blood, I cover my face with my hands in an instant. Carl stands about 3 yards away with a questioning, almost sad look on his face. I take off running in the other direction, with him following at my heels. Knowing he will catch up any second, I drop to the ground, giving up.
He sits down next to me, and I cover my face so he can't see. "Emily? What's wrong? I-please, I can help." He practically begs. A sob breaks lose and I try to hold the rest of them in, but it won't work. Slowly, Carl reaches out and gently takes my hands away from my face. Ashamed, I look at the ground, not meeting his probably horrified eyes.
"Oh, Emily." He whispers. "Who did this to you?" He asks with a hint of protectiveness in his voice. "I'm-I'm fine. Do-don't worry ab-about me." I say between sobs, trying to calm down. I hold my rib cage, as it hurts more then ever. Slowly, I stop crying and meet his eyes. I watch as he looks from my face injuries to the bruises on my neck, and looks to where I clutch my rib cage.
"Let me see, Emily." He says quietly. I lift my shirt to show my bruised rib cage, a tear falling down my face. Carl puts his hand on it, his eyes filled with pain like mine. "What else did they do to you?" He asks, his voice cracking as he says it. I finally find enough courage to answer. "Belted me and-" my voice breaks off in a sob. I continue the sentence. "And violated me in more then one way."
He pulls me onto his lap and I cry into his shoulder. It feels good that someone is trying to comfort me. As much of a mess I am, someone is still trying to care. "Is it your family? Are they the ones who did this?" I nod, and tell him everything. Of how I traveled with the doctor, how I saved him, how I was sent to this parallel universe. How the doctor would come back for me, and until then I would have to deal.
Carl believes me, I can see it in his eyes. I look into them now, finding the glistening, beautiful green comforting. I ease my breathing and stop crying, all cried out. Suddenly, Carl leans in and we are kissing passionately. All my feelings pour into this kiss, and his as well. Once we break away, breathing roughly, he gives me a small smile, which I return.
"I don't have a family. They're dead, and I live alone in a cabin not too far from this field. Actually, this is where I come to do my thinking. That's how I found you here. You could stay at my place tonight, since they don't want you in the house." Carl says, gently holding my hand and pulling me to my feet. We begin to walk towards his cabin.
"I'm sorry about your family." I say quietly. Carl shakes his head. "Barely knew 'em, don't worry about it. By the way, I will lend you clothes to wear tomorrow. I have clothes about your size that my sister used to wear." He says. I nod respectfully, and he looks over at me. "Your so quiet, so afraid that you will say the wrong thing. Nothing you say to me will ever make me angry at you, so don't be afraid of that or of me. I will never hurt you, I promise." Carl says sincerely.
I smile timidly at him, and he laces his fingers inside of mine. Holding hands with him makes me feel safer, almost like I'm protected. After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, we arrive at his home. Once we go in, I stare in awe at how beautiful and tiny it is at the same time. A fire sits in the fire place, with a leather couch facing it in the living room, which is where the front door leads straight to. A small kitchen sits in the room next to the living room. Down the hall, a bathroom and a bedroom lie beside each other in two separate spaces, with doors that lock.
And everything is made of wood. All of it. It strikes me as a cozy little home, somewhere that is safe and happy. Carl leads me to the bedroom and pulls out a long sleeved, pink shirt and skinny jeans for me to wear tomorrow. He folds it and puts it on the dresser for me, then looks right at me. "I need to see your belt injuries. They could be infected, and I have medicine that can help. Also, I will need to see your rib cage. I'm sorry, I swear I don't want you to have to do this, but you need to lift your shirt a bit. " He looks sorry as he says it, almost like it pains him.
I sit on his bed facing the wall and pull the shirt just enough to not reveal anything. Carl gapes at my back, I can feel his horrified stare. After a second of him rummaging through pills, he gives me an ibuprofen and a glass of water. Once I take it, he pulls my shirt down. "I'm sorry, you should never have to deal with pain like that. It's getting late, so I will take the couch and you can take the bed. Goodnight." He kisses my forehead and goes to leave. Hesitantly, I call out for him to wait. Questioning, he looks back at me. "Will you stay with me? I'm-I'm scared." I ask in a small voice.
Carl nods, giving me a sad smile. He lays next to me, holding my hand as I drift off. I fall asleep with my head on his shoulder, feeling happy for once.
*
I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting around the cabin, the aroma so powerful that I actually got out of bed. Carl must have known that I was somewhat planning on skipping school, but I can't skip bacon. So now I have to go to school. Oh well. Bacon is worth it.
I go into his kitchen to see him putting the eggs and bacon onto plates. Carl looks up and sees me there, practically licking my lips. "Morning," he says warmly, with just a hint of teasing in his tone. I sit down at the table and say a polite 'good morning' back. "You know that you have to come to school today." He says, laughing. I groan loudly and obnoxiously.
Chuckling, he gives me the plate of food. I scoff it down, as does he, and then I go to the bathroom and get ready for school. Just as I finish covering my injuries, I hear him call out that we are going to be late. Making a point to sigh loudly, I grab my books and other items and leave the house. Carl leans against the cabin, as cute as ever. As we walk to school, he begins to talk.
"I'm going to tell people that we are dating." He says cheerily. I gape at him and he laughs hysterically. "It's a protection tactic. No one will mess with you if they get word that your mine. It's better then saying, 'she's my best friend' because people don't take it seriously. So we aren't really dating, I'm just helping." Carl says as he smirks. I'm a little upset that he doesn't want to date me, that we aren't actually dating.
We are near a wall of a shutdown warehouse near the school. Suddenly Carl presses me against the wall, holding his hands next to each side of my face to propel his face inches from mine. "We aren't dating, but we should be. Hmmm..? What do you say?" He quietly chuckles under his breath as I sit there, stunned. He leans a little bit towards me, and the next thing I know we are kissing again, this time sealing the deal. We break away breathing heavily. "So I take it that's a yes?" Carl, asks grinning.
I nod, laughing. He grabs my hand, holding it as we continue to walk towards the school again. "Good," he says, laughing as well. We show up, actually early to school. I go to my locker, Carl not leaving my side. After we both have our books, the first bell rings. We make our way down the halls swarming with people staring us down. I don't like the attention, so I self-consciously hide a little behind Carl.
Once he realizes, he brings me next to him and holds my hand again, this time so everyone can see. Before we make it into class, he leans down and kisses my forehead for emphasis. The entire hallway of students gasp, shocked at him kissing me. We laugh and go inside the class.
*
Today in History Class it happened. She was teaching us all about history and she brought up the Holocaust. She mentioned a famous assassin, and showed us an picture from the actual Holocaust of the assassin. Guess who it was? Me. I took out over 40 soldiers in the war, with the doctor detecting some alien traces.
The entire class looked at the picture and then looked at me, including the teacher. It was actually quite comical, they way that they thought it was impossible and looked at me like I was a ghost. Carl was holding in his laughter the entire time. The teacher sent me and Carl down to the principles office, thinking that we somehow hacked her lesson on the computer and put an image of me there.
That's when it gets serious. Carl and I now sit in the office with the principle across from us, his face so red that steam is practically blowing out of his ears. "How. Did. You. Do. It?" He snarls, slamming his hands down on the desk. There is no point saying the picture is the assassin, and we can't exactly tell him I travel in time and space, so we both sit there quietly.
"Emily, I'm calling your parents. Carl... Well, you both have detentions every day after school for this week. Emily, your parents will pick you up shortly." The principle then ushers us out of his office and out of the school to wait outside for my parents. As soon as we get outside, I begin to panic.
"I'm dead. They're going to kill me. Your going to find my body in the bottom of a well! Oh man, I didn't even do it this time." I begin to pace, nervously rubbing my hands together. "Relax," Carl says as he holds my shoulders to stop my pacing.
I see Amy's car, oh my gosh, why me? Carl stands protectively in front of me, not hiding me from there view, but putting a layer of defense between me and them. I begin to tremble in fear as the evil Amy and Doctor get out of the car as angry as ever. They try to keep there composure since they are outside the school still. "Get in the car, Emily." The doctor hisses.
I whimper in terror. "I won't let you hurt her." Carl snarls at them. "You're taking me in the car too, or else I tell the educational board that you abuse Emily. I will let you do anything you want to me, I won't say a word to anyone about this if you take me with you." He says to them fiercely. Amy pretends to smile, and so does the doctor. "Sure, you can come over." The doctor says with a strained composure. Carl and I get in the back of the car, with Amy and the doctor in the front.
As we begin to drive, Amy starts screaming. "YOU ARE SO DEAD EMILY! YOU TOO CARL!" She then rants on about how dare us foolish kids and other things of that unkind nature. Once we pull into my driveway, I begin to cry. The doctor and Amy go inside, waiting for us to come in after them. Carl quickly wipes my tears off my face and looks at me sadly.
We go in, and River immediately throws us down the stairs. Like actually makes us tumble down each step. I lie in agony at the bottom, groaning and getting up. Carl follows my lead, and we are put in chains a minute or so later.
First I'm beat by River, then Carl is by Amy. After, though, the sickest thing happens. To punish both me and Carl at the same time, they embarrass me to the extreme. There I stand, nude and revealed and touched. The doctor runs his hands all over me, and I cry silently. I scream as the evil doctor goes to do more, undressing himself, when the doorbell rings upstairs. I'm left chained up and crying with Carl on the other side of the room, having to witness it all. Tears run down his bloody face, and he croaks my name desperately.
The doctor comes back in the room, and I screech insults as he comes nearer. Carl tries everything to free himself from his chains to help me, but it's no use. The doctor undresses and pins me down. my sobs and screams fill the basement for hours to come.
*
I wake up in the bedroom I was given, and I look over to see another bed in the room. Carl lays sobbing in the pillow on it. I look down at myself, disgusted. I get up quietly and put on some clothes since no one else was kind enough to do it for me. Being the clumsy idiot that I always am, I lay down and accidentally touch my rib cage, causing me to scream out in pain. Carl snaps his head towards me, laying on the bed now fully dressed.
"Emily, I'm so sorry." He says as he breaks down crying. "I must have made it worse, I must have-" I cut him off with a cruel laugh. "You didn't make it worse, that would have happened anyway. I'm sorry I dragged you into this though, now you're going to be in pain too." A tear leaks out of my eye.
He shakes his head at me, but I cut him off with a look.
He looks at me with eyes as green as ever, and lets out a deep breath. "I'm so sorry Emily, there was nothing I could do." Carl answers, his voice cracking. I kiss his forehead and then get up. "I know, it's not your fault Carl." I say, my lip quivering. I was sexually harassed and Carl had to witness. Probably my worst nightmare come true. I get up and cover my bruises with makeup. Carl does the same, then we head off to school, more depressed then ever.
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