Wicked Love

Chapter 11

Dad visited my hospital room every couple of days over the next few weeks to make it look like he cared. Pretended to be the caring dad that was concerned for his daughter when the doctors and nurses came in, and when they left he went back to glaring and bitching about how much time he's wasting sitting here. I give Belle my phone and hold her close when he's there.

I convinced Julian to leave on Friday by giving him my number and promising to text or call. I told him my dad doesn't like company and he'd just be annoyed if he were there. It's been a few weeks and it's Wednesday now. Julian said he would collect my absent work for me from all my classes. Dad is signing me out at the front desk and I'm changing into clothes dad brought me from my room. He had plenty to say about how it was taking up more of his time, he wanted to get out of here, and the faster I got changed the faster we'd get back to the hell house. My words, not his.

So I dressed extra slow.

I was still in pain but Dr. Parker said to make sure I took it easy and prescribed me painkillers.

"Let's go," Dad said gruffly, standing in the doorway.

I walked slowly out the door, holding Belle's hand. It put a strain on my stomach to walk but it didn't hurt as bad as before. When we made it out of the hospital doors, dad grabbed my forearm, making sure that no one was around, and forced us to walk at his pace to the car. He shoved us into the back and slammed the door shut, not saying a word.

Dad didn't give me a chance to buckle Belle in as he tore out of the parking lot. We flew to the side of the car, knocking Belle into me and my head hit the window. I glared at the back of dad's chair, then started buckling Belle in. I gave her my phone -which was fully charged because Julian had his charger in his backpack and he let me borrow it, saying that he had more a home- then I buckled myself in.

We drove to the house in silence with Belle playing games on my phone. When we got to the house, dad got out of the car and stalked into the house, muttering about how he could've been out by now but instead he's here taking care of us brats.

Well, I'm sorry you can't be bothered to take care of your own child.

I unbuckle Belle and we walk in the house. Besides telling me to make him food or I wouldn't like what happened, dad ignores us completely. I take our small portion of food upstairs for us, leaving some on the counter for him. 

He doesn't make me to do anything for the rest of the day.

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It's like that for the next couple of weeks. Dad has been completely ignoring us except for when he needs laundry or the dishes done and picking up the scotch and beer bottles off the living room floor. I've gotten an occasional slap and lots of insults but he hasn't done more than that. 

I'm supposed to be resting, hence why I'm home in the first place, but dad keeps making me do work around the house. I'm used to doing everything around here, but now my stomach is in pain, and moving around the house every day isn't making it better. I'm used to being in pain and having to work around the house but he hasn't broken my ribs since I was fourteen

Julian told me he's been doing the homework I've been getting assigned in my classes, even the ones he's not in. I told him not to but he wouldn't listen to me and sent pictures of each worksheet he's done so far.

I have a check-up with Dr. Parker today though and I should be able to go back to school. He has to give me a doctor's note so my absences at school are excused.

I haven't been limping much anymore and as Belle and I are walking out of the house to Julian's car so he can drive us to my doctor's appointment, my stomach isn't bothering me at all. My ribs are still a little sore but they don't hurt unless I move the wrong way or I lift Belle.