Will You Stay?
Chapter 18
The next two days passed by, as long and exhausting as Monday.
On Tuesday, I didn't have work, so I had longer hours for Community Service. I went back to the Recreational Center and did shitloads of work, including cleaning the bathrooms. I came home with bruises on my knees from kneeling in front of toilets and my head aching from banging it one too many times while scrubbing the sweat from the weight room machines. I was deprived of sleep enough as it is, staying up half the night to finish homework, and having nightmares about Harry. That's right. They were back. They involved holding me against my will and having me watch him tortured to death. Beating him repeatedly until he was on the ground.
Wednesday, which was today, I had to stay late at school to talk with the teachers about my missing assignments, which made me late for Community Service, which made me late for work. Nancy didn't mind, but I still had to stay late to earn my pay. It was about 11:00 at night when she said I could go home. The night air was freezing, immediately making my teeth chatter. This weather was alien to the Panama City population. The streets were practically deserted, making everything look abandoned.
This brings us up to what's happening right now.
I had only gotten a few steps away from the bookstore when a pair of gloved hands covered my mouth, and dragged me backwards down an alleyway. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my breathing was struggled, partly due to the hand covering half my face.
I was thrown against the wall, and my attacker threw his hood off, revealing Jace. I recognized this situation all too well. This was the alley from my nightmares, and Jace only looked slightly better than the beast who haunted my subconsciousness. His face was paled, and his breath reeked.
"Well, look who we have here? Little, innocent Meadow, all alone on the streets?" The reeking breath blew in my face causing me to gag against his hand.
I was completely caught off guard as his foot pounded into my stomach, and the air was knocked out of me. I saw faint stars behind my closed eyelids, and not the ones littering the sky. I whimpered at the pain, as his nails clawed into my arms.
His fists and feet were assaulting me, he was trying to kill me. All I was aware of were the blows to my body, and Jace ripping my jacket off. He lifted me off the ground and I struggled to breath as his hand held my neck, harshly cutting of the air supply.
"You got me sent to jail, and now, you're gonna pay. And where's your boyfriend now? Huh? Well he ain't saving you this time." His sickening laugh was the last thing I remembered, as the blackness became all I saw.
I opened my eyes to black. Slowly, the black started dotting and fading into white. Bright white, all around me. Objects came into view, and I saw that I was in a hospital. But I wasn't alone. My heart sped up, the beeping moniter proved it, until I realized that it wasn't Jace who was sitting with me. Head in his hands, elbows on his knees, his curly brown hair was the only confirmation.
Nothing added up. Why was I in a hospital, and why was Harry there? Didn't we already break up? I tried sitting up, which turned out to be the worst idea, pain shot through my side, and all over my body. Harry's head shot up, and I saw how bloodshot his eyes were, how wrinkled his clothes appeared, and the paleness of his face.
"Meadow, you're alright?" His voice was filled with worry, "I was so worried, I didn't know if you'd wake up."
I remained silent. It seemed like the best way to go.
"Meadow? Talk to me baby."
Still silent.
"What's wrong?"
I saw the sadness flood his features as he realized what I was doing. Giving him the silent treatment.
"You were attacked. I found you unconscious, someone hurt you. Terribly. The doctors said you have internal bleeding, and you were shot in the side. You've been out for nine days." By this time, there were tears streaming down his cheeks. The memories of last night came back, Jace brutally beating me, but he didn't have a gun. At least, I don't think he did.
"Please. Please t-talk to me." He was sobbing, and it broke my heart to see him like this, but i couldn't go to him. I kept my expression blank, ignoring my throbbing body and the broken boy in front of me.
A doctor came in saying he needed to check up on me now that I was up. The doctor asked me if I wanted Harry to stay, but I shook my head no. He looked at me with shock filled eyes, as he left the room. The whole painful experience of the doctor poking and prodding me, I was thinking of Harry. Why did I make him leave? Why was I ignoring him, breaking his heart?
"Okay, you've suffered multiple injuries, but in a few weeks you should be up and going." The doctor said in a monotone voice.
"What are-" My voice was scratchy so I cleared my throat and started again. "What are the injuries?"
"Shot in the right side, internal bleeding, stitches to your cheek, and lots of bruising."
I felt my cheek, and winced, feeling that there were indeed stitches.
"Well, I'll leave you alone."
Then he left.
Later in the day, my mom came in, gasping as she saw my injured state.
"Meadow, who did this to you? Are you okay?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I don't know who did it, but I'll be alright." But I did know who did it. The same excuse for a man that had been stalking me for days, hating me since the beginning.
After a flurry of questions and some decent hospital food, my mom left to go call the police station, telling them I wasn't able to complete my community service for a while.
I fell asleep after the first few minutes of waiting.
On Tuesday, I didn't have work, so I had longer hours for Community Service. I went back to the Recreational Center and did shitloads of work, including cleaning the bathrooms. I came home with bruises on my knees from kneeling in front of toilets and my head aching from banging it one too many times while scrubbing the sweat from the weight room machines. I was deprived of sleep enough as it is, staying up half the night to finish homework, and having nightmares about Harry. That's right. They were back. They involved holding me against my will and having me watch him tortured to death. Beating him repeatedly until he was on the ground.
Wednesday, which was today, I had to stay late at school to talk with the teachers about my missing assignments, which made me late for Community Service, which made me late for work. Nancy didn't mind, but I still had to stay late to earn my pay. It was about 11:00 at night when she said I could go home. The night air was freezing, immediately making my teeth chatter. This weather was alien to the Panama City population. The streets were practically deserted, making everything look abandoned.
This brings us up to what's happening right now.
I had only gotten a few steps away from the bookstore when a pair of gloved hands covered my mouth, and dragged me backwards down an alleyway. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my breathing was struggled, partly due to the hand covering half my face.
I was thrown against the wall, and my attacker threw his hood off, revealing Jace. I recognized this situation all too well. This was the alley from my nightmares, and Jace only looked slightly better than the beast who haunted my subconsciousness. His face was paled, and his breath reeked.
"Well, look who we have here? Little, innocent Meadow, all alone on the streets?" The reeking breath blew in my face causing me to gag against his hand.
I was completely caught off guard as his foot pounded into my stomach, and the air was knocked out of me. I saw faint stars behind my closed eyelids, and not the ones littering the sky. I whimpered at the pain, as his nails clawed into my arms.
His fists and feet were assaulting me, he was trying to kill me. All I was aware of were the blows to my body, and Jace ripping my jacket off. He lifted me off the ground and I struggled to breath as his hand held my neck, harshly cutting of the air supply.
"You got me sent to jail, and now, you're gonna pay. And where's your boyfriend now? Huh? Well he ain't saving you this time." His sickening laugh was the last thing I remembered, as the blackness became all I saw.
I opened my eyes to black. Slowly, the black started dotting and fading into white. Bright white, all around me. Objects came into view, and I saw that I was in a hospital. But I wasn't alone. My heart sped up, the beeping moniter proved it, until I realized that it wasn't Jace who was sitting with me. Head in his hands, elbows on his knees, his curly brown hair was the only confirmation.
Nothing added up. Why was I in a hospital, and why was Harry there? Didn't we already break up? I tried sitting up, which turned out to be the worst idea, pain shot through my side, and all over my body. Harry's head shot up, and I saw how bloodshot his eyes were, how wrinkled his clothes appeared, and the paleness of his face.
"Meadow, you're alright?" His voice was filled with worry, "I was so worried, I didn't know if you'd wake up."
I remained silent. It seemed like the best way to go.
"Meadow? Talk to me baby."
Still silent.
"What's wrong?"
I saw the sadness flood his features as he realized what I was doing. Giving him the silent treatment.
"You were attacked. I found you unconscious, someone hurt you. Terribly. The doctors said you have internal bleeding, and you were shot in the side. You've been out for nine days." By this time, there were tears streaming down his cheeks. The memories of last night came back, Jace brutally beating me, but he didn't have a gun. At least, I don't think he did.
"Please. Please t-talk to me." He was sobbing, and it broke my heart to see him like this, but i couldn't go to him. I kept my expression blank, ignoring my throbbing body and the broken boy in front of me.
A doctor came in saying he needed to check up on me now that I was up. The doctor asked me if I wanted Harry to stay, but I shook my head no. He looked at me with shock filled eyes, as he left the room. The whole painful experience of the doctor poking and prodding me, I was thinking of Harry. Why did I make him leave? Why was I ignoring him, breaking his heart?
"Okay, you've suffered multiple injuries, but in a few weeks you should be up and going." The doctor said in a monotone voice.
"What are-" My voice was scratchy so I cleared my throat and started again. "What are the injuries?"
"Shot in the right side, internal bleeding, stitches to your cheek, and lots of bruising."
I felt my cheek, and winced, feeling that there were indeed stitches.
"Well, I'll leave you alone."
Then he left.
Later in the day, my mom came in, gasping as she saw my injured state.
"Meadow, who did this to you? Are you okay?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I don't know who did it, but I'll be alright." But I did know who did it. The same excuse for a man that had been stalking me for days, hating me since the beginning.
After a flurry of questions and some decent hospital food, my mom left to go call the police station, telling them I wasn't able to complete my community service for a while.
I fell asleep after the first few minutes of waiting.
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