Concerned

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I woke up gasping for air.

I looked around, this was definitely not my house.

I was in so much fucking pain too.

"Hey take it easy." I heard a voice say.

I looked up.

"I'm Evey, I'm friends with John." She said.

"John?" I asked.

"Your teacher Mr.Wick." She said.

     "Why am I here?" I asked.

"Do you remember anything that happened yesterday?" She asked.

I started to think and then I remember.

My dad beat me in the middle of the street and then someone basically saved me.

"I do." I said.

"Well Mr.Wick brought you here, he wanted me to help you." She said.

"Mr.Wick brought me here?" I asked.

"Yeah around 9:30 last night." She said.

    "Where is Mr. Wick now?" I asked.

"He's working, but he should be coming over soon." She said looking at her wrist.

   Right when she said that the doorbell rang.

  "Speak of the devil." She said getting up and over to the door.

    "Is she up?" I heard him say.

"Yeah she woke up 20 minutes ago." She said.

    "Hey Jordyn." He said as he came into the room.

  "Hi Mr.Wick." I said.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Could be better." I said.

"Yeah I know, do you remember anything that happened last night?" He asked.

"I do." I said.

"Tell me every detail from the start." He said.

"My mother had called me down, because she said I had mail. My father asked who it was from and my mother said it was from a university and that's when my father flipped." I said.

"Why did he flip?" He asked.

"He never approved of me working or going to college." I said.

"What happened when he flipped?" He asked.

   "He started to yell at me, he hit me and I went to go pack some thing cause I was tried of being treated like shit. We somehow got outside and I was talking back to him then he said he had enough and yeah." I said.

   "Has he hit you before?" He asked.

"Yeah plenty of times." I said.