His reasons are always the same. One slap, because I was a mistake. Two kicks, because he's stuck with me. Three punches, because in his eyes I'm a disgrace, and lastly, the final knockout hit because I'm the reason why his life was destroyed.
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" anything is possible when you have the right people there to support you "
- Misty Copeland
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When I finally regained consciousness, I was surrounded by a bright, white light.
Oh god, a white light. That's it, I'm dead.
With a groan, I swung my arm in the air, attempting to swat the light away - or at least block it out. I felt an object hit my hand followed by a loud crash.
Oh, I thought as I looked down at the lamp I knocked down. It was just a really bright lamp.
I then took in my surroundings. From what I could tell, I was in a very bland white room. I was pretty sure it was a hospital room. Seconds later, the door swung open and a nurse ran in, followed quickly by a group of three people. "Erin! You're awake!" said Gemma happily, running over to the side of my bed. I sent her a weak smile before looking down at my lap.
"What was that crash? Are you okay?" asked Mason, who was obviously trying to hide his concern (but failed miserably). I simply nodded my head and pointed to the light that was lying on the floor.
"I would question it, but I don't really care because you're okay and you had us all worried sick! If you ever almost die on me again I swear I'll resurrect you and kill you myself! But ohmygoodness you're okay I'm so happy you're okay!" Gemma ended with a huge smile, hugging me gently.
"We're glad you're okay, Erin," Jackson said, walking farther into the room to stand next to Gemma, "all of us are."
Upon Jackson's last words, the two turn and each raise an eyebrow at Mason simultaneously. Mason rubbed his arm as he sent me an awkward, toothless smile, "Yeah, what they said..."
"Soo... where's Noah?" I asked once I realized the bubbly blonde was nowhere to be seen.
"He went to get food from the cafeteria" Gemma shrugged before a frown covered her face. I asked her what was wrong because of her sudden mood change, and before she can stop herself she spews out a question I'd been anticipating.
"Why didn't you tell us?" she blurts suddenly, "That your dad is... abusive..." she almost whispers the last word, as if she was terrified I would snap.
I shrugged, quickly feeling uncomfortable. "I don't know... I guess I just felt like I couldn't. Not because I didn't trust you guys it's just, it's more difficult than just telling someone..." I shrugged again, looking down at my lap.
