jackson imagines | book 1

Waiting to exhale~6

"sweetie"? i feel somebody slightly shaking me.

It's cold everything's cold.

I'm still on the floor. In my bathroom. I kinda wish i had died. I could finally be with my mother.

I lift up slightly. It's the paramedics.

"she seems drugged, where did these bruises come from"? she looks at my legs and and arms.

I feel around me. I'm on a stretcher.

That's all i could remember before i passed out again.

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I wake up in the hospital. It's morning.

"goodmorning, sweetie how are doing today"? the nurse comes in.

"fine, could i have some water please" i felt like i had t drunken anything in days.

"so , your temperature looks fine ....everything looks fine, we just wanna know how did you get those bruises we patched up"? she smiled lightly touching my shoulder.

"um, " your father said you went out to your friends house then when you came back he found you on the floor in the bathroom".

That's what that monster said??!!! He told them it had nothing to do with him?! That motherfucker!!

Then my father walked in. Standing there watching me. Making sure that i said nothing about what happened yesterday.

"um....that's what happened, i-i i gotten attacked by um, some ppl" i look down , ashamed , lying for a piece of shit that doesn't care about me.

"mkay, do you know what those ppl looked like"? she types something on the computer next to me.

"n-no but they had on all black , and once they gotten finished i um , blacked out".

"how did you get home into your bathroom"?

"i um, walked , and once i got home i collapsed on the floor".

"ok, thank you , would you like some breakfast"? she smiles typing on her computer

"y-yes, thank you" she walks out closing the door.

It's complete silence. My father just stands there watching me.

He walks up to me , slowly grabbing my chin quickly and hard, " if you ever tell anyone about last night i will kill you, the only person you better tell it to is god and your mama" he lets my chin go , walking away and out the room closing the door.

Tears fall down my face, from the hate i get from my father. It's hurts when the only person you have in the world doesn't love you.

I don't know what to do. I don't know if i want to live or die. Can Jesus give me sign?

Until then i'll be Waiting to Exhale...

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