I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 4

"There you are," he says, faking being worried. My fear and fight or flight response kicks in but I stay put, his eyes paralyzing me.

"Come on, let's go home. You must be really tired," he says, coming closer. My eyes dart over to the guys and they all are staring at Arron with suspicion. All with slimmed eyes.

"Come on, I'll carry you," he says, putting his arms under my legs and back, picking me up and holding me tight enough to make my rib hurt. He walks out and back home, closing the door and dropping me on the floor.

"Make a pie," he says, walking into the living room.

"NOW," he yells, making me jump up and start making the pie. He didn't tell me what he wanted in the pie, so I made pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top.

I walk into the dining room with it and set it in front of him, taking a few small steps back. He just looks at it, then me, making me worried and scared.

"What is this," he asks, his face furious but his tone eerily calm.

"Pumpkin," I say, him putting a hand under the pie. 

He stands up and grabs the back of my neck, pushing the pie in my face. I couldn't breathe so I grabbed his shirt and tugged, him not stopping. I slowly suffocate, and as soon as I feel my legs give out, he drops the pie on the floor face-down.

"Are you trying to kill me," he yells, making me confused.

"ARE YOU," he screams, making me shake my head.

"I didn't know," I say, shaking my head.

"Liar," he says, grabbing my hair and tugging on it.

I grab his wrist but he pulls my hand off, bending my wrist back until I hear a snap. Pain surges up my arm and down into my fingertips, making me want to scream, but I keep it in. He lets go and kicks me to the floor, breaking another rib by stomping on my chest. I hear a knock on the door and he stops, walking to the door. He opens it and Claire shoves him to the side, running to me.

"Are you alright," she asks, me shaking my head and keeping in tears from the pain in my wrist.

"That's it," she says, standing and getting out her phone. 

She dials the police and grabs onto Arron's wrist, making him stay. She gives them the information and they arrive in less than 2 minutes, along with my friends. They arrest Arron and all ten friends surround me, the pain too much for me. I let my tears I've kept in spill out, Claire holding my broken hand.

"Ow," I say softly, her grabbing my other hand.

"I called an ambulance for you. It'll be here in a few minutes," she says, all of the guys looking at her, then me.

"Ambulance? What do you mean ambulance," Paul asks, worry written all over his face.

"I'll explain after she gets in the hospital. Actually, I think she should explain," she says, me closing my eyes and breathing slowly.

I feel a hand on my shoulder so I open my eyes, Corey's hand on my shoulder, him holding in tears. The ambulance arrives and they put my on a gurney and put me in the ambulance, Claire coming with in the ambulance.

"You're going to be okay," she says, grabbing my good hand.

"I hope so," I say softly, smiling a little. I close my eyes and fall asleep, even though everything hurt.

---time skip---

I wake up and they're wheeling me into the hospital, Claire following behind. They put me in a bed and put me in a room, covering me in a white blanket and putting a pillow under my head. Claire runs in and sits in the chair, grabbing my good hand and letting a few tears roll down her cheeks.

"Is Liz in this one," a doctor asks outside of my door, knocking after.

"Liz Engel, nice to meet you. I'm doctor Ivan and I'll be looking after you until someone signs you out," he says, me smiling.

"So, tell me what's hurting or bothering you," he says, sitting in his chair.

"As you can see, I have a black eye, but I also have two bruises on my back, two broken ribs I believe and I think my ex broke my wrist," I say, not wanting to speak.

"Okay... that's a lot to take in," he says, wheeling over to my open hand.

"Is this the broken wrist," he asks, touching my wrist.

"Yes," I say softly, him feeling my wrist.

I close my eyes and clench my teeth, him stopping and wheeling back. I open my eyes and a nurse comes in, wheeling in an x-ray machine. She puts it above my wrist and turns it on, it scanning and sending the pictures to the computer. Dr. Ivan looks at it and raises his eyebrows, looking at me.

"So, you are right. Your ex did break your wrist, but not only did they break it, they broke it in more than one bone. They've managed to break your capitate, hamate and triquetrum bones. This it the first I've seen before," he says, me nodding.