Inseparable

• Chapter 12 •

Hope's POV

"You are and never will be good enough! You hear me?! You are a nothing, you were a mistake! Faith was planned, but you? You were a complete mistake!" I hear my mother yell at me.

"No mom...you don't mean that," I cry on the floor.

"You are a mistake! You don't even deserve to be here!" She screams again.

Then she lowered herself so she was looking at me in the eye, her eyes were red... It was the scariest thing I had ever seen. She grabbed my face with her two fingers, and whispered to me,

"You. Are. Worthless."

She slapped me across the face, and then quickly stood up. I was in so much pain I didn't have the energy to get up and defend myself.

Once I thought she was done and started to walk off, that is when I had the courage to say something.

"No," I croak, "you listen here I am not worthless! I am and I will continue to be me. Not Faith, not you, me. So get the hell out of my life!" I say up slightly and that is when I saw her eyes turn a darker red and she raced back over to me.

"You disrespectful child! How dare you talk to me like that!" And that's when hell broke loose.

She started kicking me in my gut, continuously. At this point I had blood dripping out of my mouth and I felt like I was gonna puke. She just kept hitting me and hitting me, and I felt so hopeless.

Funny how even sometimes your name lies. I had no hope whatsoever. This is where I was gonna die, I just knew it.

Then I felt it a stop and a man yell,

"Get off her punk!"

And then everything went black...

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I tried so hard to opened my eyes but I just couldn't, where am I? I thought, I was so confused. But then my dream came flooding back to me.

Mom
Punching
Worthless
'Get off her punk'

It had all felt so real and I don't know why. I finally opened my eyes, and I looked around.

There were people around me, all waiting with worried eyes.

"Wha- who- where am I?" I croaked. It was then that I felt every possible place in my body hurt, like exactly in the dream.

Had my mother actually beat me? I questioned.

"Honey, I'm the school nurse, you got into an accident and you blacked out," An older woman, probably in her mid thirties, said to me. She had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.

"Wha-what kind of accident?"

"You had gotten into a fight with another boy, he was reckless and hit you repeatedly. You have bruised ribs and a pretty bad black eye," she explains to me.

Oh gosh I thought to myself I remember now...

"How bad did I beat up Kyle?" I asked and the nurse looked at me surprised, probably because I actually remembered now what had happened.

"He's got a black eye, worse than yours, that's what you did to him," I looked over to my left and saw my sister sitting there, "I gave him three scratch marks on his face,"