“Neither can I,” I said was I rubbed my face, “its all such a nightmare.”
“How could he do this?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” I said.
“Well, at least you get to come home tomorrow. It must suck that you have to stay there all night,” she said.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter,” I said.
“I’m going to let you get some sleep, but I’ll come and get you tomorrow,” she said.
“Alright, bye,” I said and hung up the phone. I got up out of the bed and walked into the small bathroom. I looked at my back and saw thousands of cuts gracing it. “Great,” I muttered to myself.
I looked at my face and saw that the bruises had already formed and turned a deep shade of purple. I also had red scratches on my face from hitting the ground. I looked down at my cast on my arm. The doctor told me after surgery that my arm looked better than it appeared. I had slight nerve damage and he couldn’t tell how long it would take to get better. I finally gave up at examining myself and walked back into the room.
I lay back down on the bed and looked out the window. The sky was a breathtaking shade of midnight blue. It wasn’t too dark, yet it wasn’t too light.
After a few minutes, I was finally about to fall asleep. I woke up; it seemed, every hour for having nightmares about the events of earlier. I some how managed to get a few hours though.
I woke up the next morning to the sun blazing in my eyes. I moaned in discomfort and rolled over. “Your up,” Michelle said.
“Unfortunately.”
“Don’t speak like that,” she scolded me.
“I had nightmares all night, I barely slept at all,” I said.
“Well, you’ll be glad to know I’ve made plans for us on Thanksgiving,” she said smiling.
“What are they?” I asked.
“We’re flying down to Orlando and spending Thanksgiving with Chris and his family,” she said excitedly.
My mouth dropped open as she told me the news, “You what?”
“Chris called yesterday while you were with Daddy and he wanted to talk to you. Obviously you weren’t there so Chris and I started talking and he invited us down there. Wasn’t that nice?” she asked.
“I’m not going,” I said.
“Why?” she whined.
“Because, you can’t do what he did to me and not expect them to totally forgive.”
“Sure you can. He made a mistake, we all make mistakes,” she explained.
“So, you’re now on his side?” I asked in confusion.
“No, I’m on your side. I just feel that maybe you should forgive him,” she said.
“Fine,” I said quietly.
“Good! This is wonderful. I’ve never been to Orlando before,” she said excitedly.
“Neither have I,” I said and turned away from her.
“We can leave when the doctor comes in.”
“Okay,” I said.
We arrived home not too long after that conversation. The doctor came in and gave me a prescription for painkillers.
I walked over to our answering machine and checked our messages.
“Hi girls, it’s your mom. I was just calling to see how you were. I heard about what happened and I tried calling the hospital but they said that Jen was in surgery. Call me back later,” was the first message.
“Hey Jen, its Nancy. I know we haven’t talked for awhile, but I just heard what happened. I’m so sorry. I hope you feel better soon,” was the second message.
“Hey Jen, its Chris. You still aren’t home, obviously. Call me whenever you get in because I think that we really need to talk,” was the third and last message.
I erased it and walked into my room. I changed into a tee shirt and jeans, which took me a long time considering I have only one good arm. Michelle walked into my room and sat Indian style on my bed. “Do you want any McDonalds? I’m going to go get some?” she asked.
“Yeah, just some French fries though,” I said.
“Alright,” she said and left the room.
As I walked into the kitchen, the phone rang. I picked it up after the third ring, “Hello?”
“Jen, hi,” Chris said.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Did you just get in?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I lied.
“Where were you?”
“Out,” I said and sat down on the couch.
“Is that all that you’re going to tell me?” he asked inquisitively.
“Yes.”
“Okay. Are you coming down for Thanksgiving?”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Well, I hope you are,” he said, trying to get more of a response out of me, “listen, about Clarion.”
“No, its fine,” I cut in, “I understand.”
“I was just shocked,” he began. But stupid me thought he was talking about me telling him that I loved him. I should have known he would never mention that to me because he hates confrontation. “I never knew Josh did that to you,” he said sadly.
“Yeah, well he did,” I said upset that he would bring that up instead of more important things.
“I’m really sorry of accusing you of..”
“No, its fine,” I said, cutting in once again.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Honey, come here,” someone said in the background of where he was.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“A friend, but can I call you later?” he asked smoothly, as if lying.
“Sure,” I said as I heard the click of his phone. I set my phone down and looked out the window. ‘My life sucks,’ I thought to myself.
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