When Love Conquers Two

Chapter 41

Previously in When Love Conquers Two

Sarah's father came to apologize to Sarah about everything he's done to her. She ends up having one of the worst PTSD episodes she's ever had. She goes and tries to kill herself. Before the ambulance arrives, she passes out from a mix of pain and blood loss.

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I wake up to a blinding light above me. I blink my eyes to adjust to the brightness. "Guys, she's up," I hear a British accent say. I look around and see the group here. Maya, Alyssa, Jake, and the boys. Zayn's even here. "What are you guys doing here?" I say with a raspy voice. "Harry called us and told us what happened. So we all dropped what we were doing to come make sure you were okay," Maya says. I look next to me and see Niall holding my hand. "How are you feeling?" he asks worried. "I'm okay, I think," I say trying to sit up. I get a lightheaded in the process. "Easy, you lost a lot of blood," Louis says helping steady me. "How long was I out?" I ask. "Two days. The doctor's didn't know if you would ever wake up. You lost a ton of blood," Louis says. I look over at my arm and see the stitches. There's gotta be close to 30 stitches in my first cut alone. "Did they say what happened? Like why did I flip out so badly?" I ask looking up. "Um not really. They wanted to wait until you woke up to get your side of the story," Harry asks. The door opens and in walks an older man, about 50 I assume. "Oh you're awake. Perfect. I'm your doctor. How do you feel?" the doctor asks coming over to me. "Lightheaded. Drained," I say. "Well, if you're up for it, I'd like to talk to you about what happened. All of you would have to leave though for privacy sake," he says. "Yea, that's okay," I say. "Alright, if all of you would follow me, I'll show you to the waiting room," he says. Niall gets up to leave, but I grab his hand. He turns back to me confused. "Can you stay?" I say. "Of course," he says sitting back down. "You going to stay?" Harry asks. "Yea, I'll text you if anything serious happens," Niall says. Harry nods then follows the group out. There's silence between Niall and me. I look at my arm. I can't believe I tried to kill myself. I was having a good week. Yea, I was worried about my father, but I knew we could handle it. I have no clue why I would try to kill myself out of no where. "I'm sorry, Ni. I have no idea why I tried to kill myself. I wasn't thinking. I've never had an episode like that. I don't know what came over myself," I say. "It's okay. You couldn't help it," he says. There door opens. It's the doctor again. He closes the door behind him and pulls up a chair. "Now, this may get a little personal, but I have to dig to find out what exactly happened," he says. I nod, "where should I start?" "How about that day and we can see if we need to dig farther back?" he says. I take a deep breathe. "Well, my father was let out of jail early for good behavior. I didn't take it well. He's abused me my whole life, physically and mentally. He even helped kidnap my friends and myself. So, when I found out he was let out, I panicked. Then two weeks later, he came to my house. He wanted to apologize for everything but I wasn't going to let him slide for what he did. But I guess in the middle of everything, he put his hand on my arm to calm me down, but I think it just set me off and I started freaking out. I was screaming and punching my head and everything. My brother, best friend, and fiance tried to calm me down, but nothing worked. I managed to run to the bathroom and break the mirror. I don't even know what was running through my head. I was having a good week for once. I was happy with my life. I didn't want to end it all. But I tried to kill myself anyways," I say somehow without crying. "Has this happened before?" he asks. "No, never. I know I have PTSD, but I've always been able to come out of them before they get that bad. They've never been all of a sudden I'm freaking out and screaming," I say. "Hmm, you say you have PTSD. Have you ever seen someone about it?" the doctor asks. "No, I've never really had the time since I'm always busy being a singer and everything," I say. "It seems like your PTSD is getting worse. I'm going to recommend a psychotherapist to see and they may or may not put you on medication based off their analysis," he says. I nod, "that sounds good. Doc, how long will I be here?" "About five days. Just to make sure you don't try to hurt yourself again. You can have one of your friends stay here over night if you'd like," he says. "Okay, thank you," I say. He gets up to leave, "of course. I'll send your friends back in." The doctor then leaves the room. I let out a sigh. "You okay?" Niall asks. "I can't believe I'm stuck here for five days. All because I couldn't handle seeing my father," I say disappointed in myself. "Hey, that's not your fault. You have bad PTSD and you just aren't ready to confront your father just yet. But I'm going to help you get there. I'll be there every step of the way," he says. I smile at him, "I love you so much." He smiles at me, "I love you too."  

It's day 4 of me being stuck in this hospital. Every time someone knocks I think it's Alvin or my father and I start hyperventilating. It's been rough. Niall's stayed with me the entire time. He only left to go shower because we forced him to. Louis's here too with Harry. The rest of the gang is at the hotel or in the studio. They all worked out with their mangers to be able to record from NYC until I'm out of the hospital. My manager was very understanding. He told me that I wouldn't have to worry about recording until I'm out of the studio. We're almost done anyways so it works out perfectly. "Let me in, damn it! She's my daughter!" Someone shouts from the hallway. I stop breathing. "No no no. It can't be him," I say starting to panic. Harry gets up and opens the door. I can see my father being held back by the body guards we have stationed outside my room. "Babygirl! Tell them to let me in!" my father shouts. "You aren't coming anywhere near her," Harry says. Niall sits on the bed and pulls me close as I start to cry from fear. "Harold, I just want to see my baby. Please, let me in," my father begs. "No, can't you see you terrify her? She tried to kill herself because of the memories of what you did to her," Harry says. "She did? Sarah, babygirl! I'm so sorry. I was a drunk. I didn't know what I was thinking," my father says. I pull away from Niall, somehow mustering up the confidence to tell him off. "Let him in," I say. "What?" the 3 boys ask. "I want to talk to him, let him in," I say. The body guards let go of him and Harry steps aside so my father can come in. "Babygirl, I'm so sorry. I wish I could just go back in time and leave your mother and raise you right. But I was a coward and she lead me to do all those nasty things to you,"  he says coming to the edge of my bed. "Stop calling me that. I'm not your babygirl. You lost that right when you first laid a hand on me when I was three," I say. "I'm sorry,"  he says. "Stop apologizing. Nothing you say or do will ever make up for the shit you did to me. The stuff you did to me isn't even the problem. It's what you can do now. I know this bullshit you're pulling now is just a hoax to get us on your good side. You're just gonna go and try to rape me or beat me or kill one of us. You're an evil, cruel man and you can go rot in hell," I say. Something changes in him. He goes from the caring father to this evil twisted man. "You think I'm cruel? I can show you cruel," he says. He grabs the knife that's on my dinner plate and tries to stab me with it, but Niall tackles him to the ground. "Jacob! [My body guard]" Louis shouts. Niall and my father are on the ground fighting. My body guard comes running in and grabs my father from him the other body guard gets the knife out of his hand and helps Jacob handcuff him. Okay, my body guards may be undercover cops.  The two take him away.  "Jesus christ, are you okay, mate?"  Louis asks going over to Niall. "Yea, I'm fine. Nothing I haven't dealt with before,"  Niall says. "You didn't have to do that," I say. "Of course I did. I wasn't going to just sit there and let him try to hurt you," Niall says coming over to me. "I kinda wish I did that. I really would love to beat the shit out of my father," Harry says. We chuckle. "If I wasn't stuck in this bed, I would've loved to as well," I say. My father is going to go straight back to jail. Any plans he had were just ruined. Unless he breaks out.