Rage (Mavin)

Chapter 7

I guess I never really realised how mean Michael could be. I knew he could punch and kick and tackle me easily, but I didn't know he could beat me up to a point where I was bleeding and needed emergency care. It's just kinda shocking. I mean, if Michael's gotten this bad overnight, he could kill me in a month.

It's just so weird to think that one day you're just spending time with the man you love more than anything, and the next he's kicking you in the stomach.

The nurses took me to this room that looked more like a clinic than a hospital. Whatever.

They looked me over and cleaned stuff up. Then they made me take off my shirt. And it was bad.

When I yanked off my shirt, Geoff and one of the nurses gasped, and I saw Michael smirk evilly at me for a second. It's just how he wanted it, everything's falling in place for him. I'm beat, bruised, and scratched, and everyone believes I was attacked. It's everything he wanted.

My chest was in pretty bad condition, but my back was even worse. It felt tender and sore and there were bruises and scratches everywhere.

The nurses said my head got the worst of it, though. I don't even know how that's possible, considering my back and especially my face. None of it was really sinking in, but they said something about head trauma, blah, blah. No concussion, whatever. I didn't even really care, because before too long I would have a concussion, if Michael kept this up.

Anyway, whatever the nurses saw mustn't have been that bad, because they released me without even calling in a doctor. I didn't care. I wanted to go home. No, not home, I wanted to go to Geoff's house. I told Geoff that as he was helping me limp out of the hospital, and he didn't even ask why. That's why Geoff's great. He doesn't care why or how, he just makes what I want happen. I love him for that, he's like a dad to me.

Geoff helped me to his car and he helped me get comfortable in the backseat. Even just sitting in the back of Geoff's car was uncomfortable. I was sore all over and I felt like just passing out and never waking up, never seeing Michael again, never feeling this pain again.

Michael hopped in the front and we were alone for a minute while Geoff went to get my prescription for pain medication. Michael turned in his seat and looked back at me.

"I'm going back to work, Gavin, but if you say a thing to Geoff, I will find out and I will beat the shit out of you." Michael wasn't Michael. He wasn't joking or playing or messing around, he was just being a douche.

"Yes, sir." I replied, curling into a tighter ball in the corner of the car. My knees and shoulders were getting even more sore, but I was too scared to move.

"Stop being such a fucking bitch, Gavin." Michael grumbled, reaching back and slapping me upside the head. Luckily I saw Geoff walk out of the hospital, prescription in hand, before things got any worse.

Goddamn, how the hell am I going to get out of this alive?