Her Sunshine

Chapter 24 The Difference Between Truth and Lies...

Same night

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Violet
“Violet.” I hear someone whisper my name.

“Violet, honey. Can you hear me?” Mom? Oh mom, I miss you so much! I try to open my eyes to see her. 

“Mom?” I say barely above a whisper, not recognizing my voice. I clear my throat then instantly regret it. “Ahh, ouch!” I grab my sore throat.

“Oh honey, be careful. The bruises on your neck are really bad. It’s best if you don’t talk too much yet.” She gives me that warm motherly smile I’ve missed so much.

I start to cry thinking about how long it’s been and how messed up my life has been since I saw her last.

“Oh, sweetheart! Please don’t cry, you need to keep your stress down.” She leans down for a hug that I gladly accept carefully. 

“Ahh.” I grab my stomach.

“I-I’m so s-sorry, momma! I love you so much!” I cry lightly on her shoulder enjoying her embrace.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok, baby girl! We’ll have time to talk later. You get some rest, okay?” She looks at me with a sad smile.

She kisses my forehead like she always did when I was a child. She lays down with me and holds me until I fall back to sleep.

3 days later

I wake up and look around the hospital room. I guess my mom went to get a drink or something, I hope she comes back soon. I try to sit up a little and regret it worse than talking. Ugh, I’ve been here four days now and they’re letting me go home today. My stomach is still very sore from being shot so I have to move carefully. 

“Ahh,” I breath out quickly “Ok, Violet, you can do this,” I move a little “alright almost there.” 

“Finally, ok, I got this!” I inwardly do a fist pump in my mind. 

“Hey, sweetie, you’re awake now. Are you happy to go home today?” the nurse walks in to check on me.

“Yes, ma’am.” I nod to her and smile. She has been so sweet to me since I’ve been here. If she knew what kind of a person I was she probably wouldn’t like me anymore. 

“How does your throat feel?” she asks me concerned.

I’m surprised she hasn’t figured out I'm the bad guy considering the police have been here to question me the last few days. She refuses to let them integrate me until I am well enough to talk.

I’m supposed to go to the police station when we leave here so I can give my statement and possibly be arrested. I don’t look forward to the latter. 

“It’s not too bad.” I clear my throat. “It is a lot better actually.” I shake my head and smile.

“Good!” she smiles brightly then quickly frowns “How did you sleep?” 

“I didn’t have any nightmares if that’s what you’re asking.” I barely look up at her. 

I’ve had nightmares every day since I’ve been in here. They’ve told me I scream in my sleep, begging someone not to hurt me over and over. I’ll need some major therapy after the years of torture I put myself through with Brandon.

Well, for everything going all the way back to when I was fifteen and was raped at a party. I guess you could say I haven’t been the same since then. 

10 years ago

My friends and I were beyond excited to be at this party, especially me. I’m more excited I get to drink since I’m staying with my bestie, Gabbi Newton tonight. I’ve been to many hangouts with high school friends but this is my first real high school party. My friends Stephanie, Margie and Gabbi are next to me when we enter the house. This is some jocks house, I can’t really remember his name, something like Jason or Johnathon, I don’t really know.