Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eighteen

As we drove to the hospital, Rick looked uneasy.

"Are you OK.", Emily asked, seeming unconcerned. "No.", I replied, almost bursting into tears. "Rick, can you stop at that gas station. I'm hungry." "Are you fucking kidding? We've got a dicked virgin and a high ass in the back of the car, and you're hungry?" "Guys, stop fighting, please?", I asked. "Yea,  whatever slut.", Emily sneered.

"Yea, you're on to talk.", Rick said, defending me.

I was so suprised at Rick's behavior lately. For once, he actually felt like my big brother.

"Emily, just get something at the hospital's vending machine, ok?", I said as we pulled in the hospital parking lot. "Go to hell.", she hastily replied with a roll of the eye.

As we got out,  I noticed that Rick's face was beginning to look more and more tensed.

"Rick, are you OK?" "No.", he honestly replied. "What's wrong? Dad and I are gonna be OK." "That's not what I'm fucking worried about, Sarah!" "Then what is it, Rick?" "Trust me. You'll find out soon enough.", he said, helping me into the hospital.

Well, things are getting even more weird. Just then, I got a text from Chris.

SARAH WHERE R U?! I WENT BY UR HOUSE ND NO1 WAS THERE!!! R U OK? DID THEY DO SOMETHING 2 U?! PLZ TXT ME BCK!

Although I didn't have the strength nor the time to text him back, I asked Rick to do it once he sat me down.

"Who the fuck's this kid?", Rick asked, raising his eyebrow. "My best friend––only friend.", I replied, lowering my head. "What do you want me to tell him?" "That I'm fine and not to worry."

"She's fine. No worries. We're at the hospital now.", he typed as I looked at the message.

"Rick! You doof! That's only gonna make him more worried!" "How? I told him you were fine?" "She's Fine" It's my phone, genius.  You should've texted him like you were me. And why'd you tell him we were at the damned hospital!?"

As Rick was about to respond, Chris texted back. A little calmer than I expected.

Whaaaaa?!?!?!?!?! the hospital?!?! whts going on? which 1? tell me. ill b on my way!!!

See guys? No caps. Way calmer.

"Just tell him.", I told Rick.  "Cool. He seems really worried about you." "Yea.  He is.", I said, smiling to myself.

"Sarah and Bob Kirkland, we'll see you now."

Let's gets this over with.

As we were guided to our rooms, I started to feel faint, so they helped me to my room where I'd be examined.

Dad was finally able to walk again and he was escorted to his room.

Bob Kirkland

Holy shit, why the hell am I in the hospital? Why do I feel like this? I can't remember anything.

As I thought to myself, a dark-skinned lady with natural hair entered the room, smiling.

"Well, hello, Mr. Kirkland. I'm Dr. Steward, and I'll be examining you today.", she said, extending her hand. "Bob Kirkland.", I said as I shook her hand.

"Well now that that's over, how do you feel at the moment–––no, can you tell me what happened first? We got a call that said you had fainted." "I don't remember much of anything; all I remember is–––my daughter screaming.  "Your daughter screaming?  Well, her clipboard says that she was sexually penetrated. I'm no policewoman, but Mr. Kirkland, did you do that to her? Everything said here is completely confidential."

"N-n-no.", I said, confused. "Mmm––I see. Well, of course we have to test you." "Yea, I know."

Sarah Kirkland

As I walked into the room, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

"OK, I'm Dr. Ross. To cut down on time, I'm just going to dip headfirst into the procedure." "Ummm–––procedure?" "Yes, our standard medical procedure. Were you not sexually abused?", he asked. "Yea.", I replied as I sat down."

“They say life is what you make it. I'm trying my best to make it sweet. They say life is unfair. I'm trying to change the game, but I can't. How can two contradictory quotes be so widely used with no regard.”

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