I Can't Take It Anymore

29. His Wrongs

...You're probably confused, trust me I get it. That's why I wrote all this down. Mainly, because I couldn't imagine saying it in person. Again, I just want you to know before you read on that everything that I once did was based on good judgement. With that being said here goes nothing...

My life before Atlanta was average. I had everything that an eighteen year old boy could want. When your father is one of the most known doctors in a small town you basically get things handed to you. Around this time I was still in school about to graduate. I was already enrolled in college courses and interning at on of the southside hospitals. Basically following in my dads footsteps. I never wanted to be a doctor instead I wanted to start my own company but as you can see that didn't work out. My mom always taught me to never disappointment and lately that's all I feel like I've been doing. Disappointing the people that I care about. I never had to take on the responsibility of caring for someone so much but she made it easy. Still until this very day I don't understand it. On this particular day...

3 years earlier back in Virginia:

Marcus had just finished helping his dad chart down another patients file. It was now time for his dinner break, but first he had stop by the front desk to log another patients info. When he made it to the front he stopped dead in his tracks. He noticed a brown skinned girl in the corner with red eyes, a tear stained face, and wet hair that had bits and pieces of glass in it. Forgetting all about his job he rushed over to where she was. So many thoughts filled his head like, "Was she okay? Was she in an accident? Why hadn't anyone not notice her?"

He reached out to grab her hand but she flinched thinking that he was up to not good. Quickly he snatched his hand away eyeing the girl up and down.

"What's your name?" he asked, kneeling in front of her. The girl scooted back, so she could be further away from the boy. She wasn't shy but was instead afraid and tired.

"No one important," she mumbled hoping he wouldn't hear, but he did.

He chose to not say anything back but he couldn't help to stare back at the girl. He took in her physical appearance. She wore a jacket with a white tank top that was covered in a mixture of blood and water. As he continued to eye her he also saw the bruises on the top of shoulders were her jacket begin slipping off. Some parts of her skin were bright red and some even were turning purple. It looked like she was beaten. The girl knew the boy was staring but she could barely utter a word. Her body was sore and felt like she was about to collapse. She didn't trust easily, but for some reason she felt that she had no choice but to ask for help. She seen him around school before so she felt somewhat better.

"I need your help." The girl sobbed rocking herself back and forth from nervousness. Once she told everything there was no going back.

...

After the girl told the boy very little about what happened to her he immediately helped her up and took her to a vacant room in the back of the hospital. He knew very little on how to clean wounds and didn't want to hurt the girl more than what she was already going through, but she begged him not to get anyone else involved. The boy also knew that he was going to get in trouble with both his dad and the hospital if they found out what he was doing. After wrapping and bandaging her up, he gave the girl some pain medicine to relive some of her pain. Then sat in the chair beside her bed.

The girl faintly smiled even though it hurt, "Thank you, I owe you. And you can call me Kai."

"No problem. I'm Marcus, but I'm going to have to get you out of here by the morning before my dad sees you." The girl nodded playing with her fingers.

"You need tell me someone," he whispered, taking a glance at her.

"I already did, I told you." she joked. "But seriously there's no one to tell. He just needs to calm down for a bit and hopefully my mom will be back. Then I'll get out your way. I just don't have anyone else."

Marcus stood up to grab her hand. "You got me now." he mumbled causing her to smile.

***Back to Marcus's Letter:

The girl I was telling you about means alot to me Mrs. Monroe more than you'll ever know. I wrote this letter as a way to admit my wrongs from my actions, not protecting her like I promised, to giving her those pills, and for how much I care for her. I'll let you draw your own conclusions to everything, but just know I made sure to have one of the best doctors to aid Kailyn back to recovery. He'll make sure that she's taken care of. Again, I'm sorry.

Sincerly,

Marcus McCall

Maya refolded the letter and thought, "What did I just read?"

Before she could process anything a light knock on the door interupted her. As she went to open the door, she glanced back over at Kailyn to see that she was still asleep. She opened the door to see a young man.

"Yes?" she mumbled analyzing him.

"I'm here for Kailyn. Her next appointment is scheldued for today," answered Dr. Bryant.

Slowy, realizing that she forgot her daughter now had a therapist she nodded.

"My apologizes, she's asleep, I'll wake her up."