Chapter 29

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The second time, when I awoke, it was my mother’s face that was peering down at me in my hospital bed, and outside it seemed pretty dark.

I was guessing that I had been out of it all for quite some time.

It bugged me a little bit, because I hadn’t even been properly able to go camping with the guys, and I didn’t even know if they had forgotten about me and returned to the campsite.

My head felt even heavier than it had done before, and I struggled to even open my heavy eye lids. My head was not going to ever lift off the pillow and it quickly established that fact.

As I looked around the room out of the small openings of my eyes, I could see that my aunt Michelle was also in the hospital room.

It was funny, I couldn’t actually tell which one was my mum and which one was Michelle. Due to the fact I was completely drained, I didn’t know anything really.

The only thing that I could vividly remember was what I had witnessed between my dad and Wednesday, and that I knew deep down that telling my mum was not the right thing to do.

“Don’t struggle,” one of them told me. By the fact that she raised her hand and softly and maternally stroked my cheek made me assume that the one on the left was in fact my mother.

“How are you, baby?” she whispered, gazing at me. I could tell that she was making eye contact with me, but I was too drowsy to reciprocate it.

“Everywhere hurts” I groaned a little, trying to shift myself in the bed, only to be met by even more pain.

“Don’t struggle” she soothed again. “Just lie there and relax.”

I knew that I couldn’t relax, not when I was around her anymore. I didn’t want to tell her the truth, and at the same time I felt that I owed it to her. I was heavily conflicted.

“Where’s dad?” I asked, spluttering as I felt a heaving on my chest also. Most likely from the hypothermia.

“He’s outside. The doctors didn’t want him upsetting you anymore” I was told bluntly. “What went on between you two?”

“I can’t even remember” I lied. “Most likely it was some petty argument.”

“Oh” she smiled, raising her head slightly in agreement. “Well, the sooner we can get you home, the better!” she added, chirping.

I smiled and nodded again. I had no idea how I could ever go back to that house and act normally ever again. I knew that it wasn’t right to let my dad get away with it, but I guess you could call me selfish.

I didn’t want to tell my mom because I didn’t want her to leave. I knew that the chances were I’d have to leave with her. I didn’t really want to leave Matt, no matter how angry I was at him.

I felt completely pissed off at myself for even thinking that way, but I had seen this entire thing as an opportunity to create a new, happier life and family for myself. I wasn’t about to let that all go.

I didn’t know which parent I owed what to.

“We’ve all been so worried” my Aunt Michelle whispered. “You are such a miracle child to our family…I just can’t even imagine what would happen if anything happened to you now.”

I smiled. It wasn’t very often that I was able to hear people say these things about me. I would love to just lie there, and listen to someone who actually thought I was asleep just pour their hearts out to me.

I had never really had those sorts of things said to me before. It felt…nice.

“Where is everybody?” I asked lethargically.

“Outside…you don’t think they’d leave you…do you?” my mom laughed. “None of us are going anywhere. We’re all one family.”

At those words, I felt completely guilty. My mum didn’t know that in fact, my dad had a few intentions of leaving us. I doubted he would be able to stay in the house with us since they were arguing so much.

It saddened me, for I knew that my mum had done little to get me back…but Matt had. And he was going to leave. And I didn’t want it to happen. And I didn’t know what to do.

I couldn’t talk to anyone about it – then it would somehow all get out. And I would be the home-wrecker.

The thing that bugged me was that I actually wanted my dad to be with Wednesday.

I couldn’t help it, at that point, and a small tear slowly descended my cheek. I would have tried to wipe it away, but I couldn’t really move. And my mum and aunt both saw.

“Charlotte” my mum chocked as she wiped away the tear. “Don’t get upset. Things are going to be all back to normal soon. Just you wait and see.”

I knew that they were never going to go back to normal. Not then and not ever. I couldn’t keep the secret from my mum.

I knew that I had only been with them for around a week, but so much had happened and I owed it to her. I shouldn’t have owed anything to my dad. I guess I was a victim too.

I tried my hardest to keep my mouth sealed shut.

“Charlotte?” my mum asked. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head.

I couldn’t tell her. I just couldn’t.

I didn’t want to be the person that she would look at and see as the person who split up her marriage. I didn’t want to be the person who tore away her husband.

I didn’t want to be the constant reminder.

“Nothing, mom. I’m just glad that I was found.”

“Us too” she inputted almost immediately. “You should see those guys out there – they’re terrified for you.”

I smiled. “I believe that.”

“So, what happened between you and your father?” she asked casually, although I could tell that it was bothering her.

“How do you mean?” I asked a little panicky, sitting up in my bed – or at least trying to – shifting myself to stall and think of what I could actually say. She must’ve known something.

“When you flat lined because of a conversation you two had” she told me in confusion.

“Oh” I calmed. “Nothing. I can’t even remember. Something about me wandering off I think.”

They exchanged uncertain looks. “Alright, sweetheart” she said.

“When can I come home?” I asked. I didn’t really want to leave. I didn’t have to be around my parents and I didn’t have to feel completely guilty in front of my mum.

“They said some time tomorrow” they told me. “So Midge is staying here with you tonight. Like a sleep over in the hospital” she laughed. “Is that alright? Or would you rather an adult stayed?”

I thought over it, and realised that I really needed my dad to actually stay with me. I needed to talk to him about a lot of things, and I knew that I couldn’t do that securely at home.

“I want my dad to stay” I told her, trying to make it seem as sincere and motiveless as possible.

“Charlie, I don’t think that’s a good idea” my mother warned. “What if the two of you have another disagreement? It could set you back again and-”

“I want my dad to stay.”

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