Break the chains

Chapter6

I woke up again in hospital; anxious faces peered down at me. My father looked worried that I might blow his cover and sent me a pleading look. The hospital had white pained walls covered the death hidden behind them like a painted specula. It took me a while to realise why I was in there but when I did, a pain hit me like a knife to my flesh as the memories of what happened last night hit me hard. I could still feel his body on me and he slap still echoed through my body. I think that’s why I jumped, I’m not sure, but I know I did jump and that rippled a tension though the crowd. Helena was there and her mouth was moving but the words from her mouth didn’t reach me. I turned my head to my right and saw my hateful youth pastor. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or scared but I reached my hand out and slapped him. It wasn’t my hardest but I know I stung him inside.

'That.' I croaked. 'Is for what you did to me!' my eyes were red with anger and no matter how much people tried to talk to me I just spat insults at him. A nurse walked into the commotion, hearing my cries and said, "Why are you shouting at him? What has he done?" my voice held to a halt as all eyes swivelled towards his guilty face.

'Do you wana talk dickhead?' I said between tears. He just dusted his suit and walked off saying he had something to do.

'Liar!' I called in triumph. 'You think ima going to hell? You’re coming with me!' I tried to ignore the stares, in vain, as I punched the air and sat up. 'Hey can I have a drink?'

I don’t think my dad took that the right way and asked sternly, 'Rosie?'

'What?' he still thinks I wana call him dad.

'Rosie what happened?' He stretched out his arm to my arms with scratch marks on it. 'To make all this happen?'

'Sweetheart you can tell me if you don’t want to talk to him. I just want to know what happened and why.'

'Mom I’m fine. Stop flipping faking English sweetheart in front of the nurses. I really don’t know what possessed me to say that but anger poured out of my mouth to everyone I spoke to. Except Helena. She didn’t talk much or ask too many questions but I answered them sweetly, not giving anything away.

'Rosie do you want them to go so we can talk?'

'If you want.' She nodded at them to go away and the nurse told them to wait in the waiting room. My brothers my Mum and the Dad. He aint mine. I aint his.

'So what is it babe?' I forgot Helena called me babe and no one else does except Michel, so when she called me babe yesterdays bedroom memory hit me hard.

'I don’t trust your going to tell all them, now you've changed. Yeah I did get the text; I just didn't know how to reply.'

'What do you mean?'

'I love you Helena. I always have but when you talked about your conversion I felt betrayed.'

'Rite Hun. Let's start life from the beginning.'

'I really don’t want to talk about this in a hospital. How about later?'

'On the phone?'

'Ok. Tomorrow in the afternoon. My parents are going out to a meal so we can talk then.'

A nurse peered round the door to see if we were ok and my dad wanted to talk to me but I told the nurse that I’d rather die than talk to him.

'Feisty!' Helena winked.

'Trust me, there's one thing I don't want to do and that's to talk to that rat!'

'Ha-ha I'm praying for you Rosie.' I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not but we always used to say that, both in the old and new days. I decided not to reply so save further harassment and I laughed it off.