I really don't want to go home im in no mood to deal with John and Taylor oh you must be wondering who they are well they are my mom and dad but they dont deserve the title of mom and dad ever since I turned 10 they have been beating me for the smallest things or calling me names I havent been back for almost a week maybe two.
flashback
"Come back here you whore" John said in a calm menacing voice Taylor laughing as I was running away from him he just hit me because i dropped a glass plate on the floor when it came out of the micorwave it was just so hot its not fair I didnt do it on purpose, I now have a red hand print on my face with hot tears streeming down my face "NO PLEASE I DIDNT MEAN TO DROP IT, IT WAS JUST SOO HOT IM SORRY PLEASE" I yelled looking back and that was the wrong thing to do because I triped on the carpet in the hall towards my room I didn't see the shard of plate he had in his hand and he slashed it acrossed my back and I could tell it was deep because of how hot my back got then the loss of feeling I saw black dots and by luck pushed him off and ran to the nabor who happend to be a doctor I made it to the door and rang the door bell twice befor passing out on the front porch.
why is it so cold why does my back hurt what happend and thats when it all came back to me in flashes running from john a peircing pain on my back my eyes flew open and I started screaming from the fear of not knowing where I am then Mr. Kyle came running in hes my 24 year old nabor then remeberd I came to his house for help yeah I know what your thinking isnt 24 a bit young for a doctor well yeah it is but apperntly he was a genius when he was in school and I started sobing in my hands as he came over and gingerly pulled me to his chest and I burried my head in the crook of his neck as he wispered soothing words to me to calm me down "shh shh shh your ok calm down Dylan your safe your safe" he wispers in my ear my sobs finally calm to hicups he slowly pulls away a little so im still in his arms but he can look me in the eyes " You mind telling me what the Hell happend?!" he says obiouly trying not to get mad. "well.. um... I.. uh fell?" I say more as a qustion then answering him. His face hardens at that "uhuh is that right then do you mind explaining how you got a long deep cut from your right shoulder blade to your left hip with white glass shards in it?" he aks sternly. I look away from his stren stare and say "fine.. i droped a plate when it came out of the microwave Mr. Kyle it was just so hot" I started to sob again he pulled me closer to him lightly I burry my face in his neck and say "Jo- my dad got mad at me and started yelling he slaped me thats when I ran but I didnt know he had a shard of glass in his hand" I rushed out as fast as I could in one breath and stared taking fast breths I went to speek again but he cut me off, " Are you telling me your dad did this?" Mr. Kyle ask so calm it scared me I noded " And where the hell was your mother during this?!" he asked almost yelling. "o-on the ss-sofa laug-laughing" I replyed scared of his reaction. "WHAT?!" he yells so loud I jolted and felt a pain jolt through my back and I squeeled. "Im sorry I didnt mean to hurt you its just.. how long has this been going on?" he askes and im reluctent to answer but I do anyway hes the only one thats ever showed to care " 4 years it started when I was 10" I reply starting to calm down "what?" he askes for clarification "I said 4 years" I say nervisly "thats what I thought you said" he replys and pulls away pulling out his phone I hop up with a yelp and rush out "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" pulling the phone out of his hand and shoving it in my shirt. "give it back I need to call the police and let them know whats benn going on don't push me Dylan" he says sternly "you can't please don't" I say quietly. "AND WHAY THE HELL NOT they have been hurting you for years it needs to stop" he starts off yelling then claming him slef down gees dude calm your boobs its not like im dead I mentally roll my eyes and reply frustrated "BECAUSE IF THEY FOUND OUT THAT I AM THE REASON BEHIND THIS ITS MY ASS THEY'LL DO WORSE THAN THIS EVEN IF THEY GO TO PRISION IT WONT BE FOREVER THEY WILL FIND A WAY TO GET ME BACK AND HURT ME ALL OVER AGAIN". "First dont cuss at me" he says annoyed "and second" he starts but looks like hes having an internal battle with himself " Fine I wont call but you have to stay here till your back is heald up I'll get the guest room ready in a minute after I explain whats going on with your back" he sighs out. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" I yell juping up and down befor emedetly wincing in pain. "yeah yeah yeah and dont do that you'll rip your stiches" he replys with slight amusment. then I internally smirk and start belting out "DOCTOR DOCTOR GIVE ME THE NEWS I GOTTA BAD CASE OF LOVIN' YOU" at the top of my lungs doing a small dance that didn't hurt my dack and he looks at me with slightly amused eyes "still the same old Dlyan from when you were 5 always making light of a serious situations with some stupid song that relates to what going on around you" he says smiling and shaking his head "yup" I laugh out. "Well you got over 100 stitches in your back it should take about 2 week to heal".
