Finding Mr.Wright

Chapter 6

I wake up to see the sun shining through my curtains, destroying all hope of another hour of sleep. Groaning I put myself into the shower and let the hot water run down my face, washing away the events from last night.
I've decided to pretend like last night didn't happen. Once I'm clean, I step out of the shower and into my bathrobe. Glancing at the mirror I see that my bruise looks horrific, wincing in pain as I touch it.
Ugh, this sucks. After throwing on a pair of jeans and my go-to Comfy Sweatshirt I smell something and pause. Why does it smell like coffee? Last time I checked I didn't make any coffee. Grabbing my baseball bat from under my bed, I slowly creep downstairs.
Honestly, I can't say that I would actually hit someone with it but I could do some damn good threatening. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, bat in hand, I look and see none other than Mr.Wright.
"Why the hell are you in my house? Get out! What is wrong with you?"
"Well, that's no way to treat your knight in shining armor. I'm checking up on you." Jack replies, not even looking up from the newspaper he's reading.
"Oh my god. Don't you have work or somewhere to be at? I'm fine. Now leave. Thank you." Jack is absolutely ridiculous.
He begins to stand up when I stop him.
"Wait...I locked the door, how are you in my house?"
"Brin, your spare key is under the doormat."
Okay so he has a point. As he gets up to leave, I follow him out the door closing it behind me and hop in my car.
The ride to the hospital is not pleasant, as my head is pounding. It starts to rain, so I turn my wipers on, watching them move left and right while keeping my eyes on the road.
Upon arrival at the hospital, I see my mom checking herself out.
"Mom! Where are you going?"
"Tom was released this morning on bail. He's taking me home so he can take care of me." ...what. Does she not see the hand shaped bruises around her neck?
"Are you on drugs? I love you but what is wrong with you, mom? He almost killed you! He punched me!"
"B, it was an accident. Tom loves us and he's going to take good care of us. He can support us, we need his help to continue living in our house. Now you will accept him and that's final."
This can't seriously be happening.
"Mom, I'll meet you at home." I feel the tears welling up in my eyes and run to the nearest bathroom. I have a fear of crying in public.
I sit in the stall, letting the tears run down my face. My life is about to change, and there's nothing I can do.
Author's Note
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