6. what happened
I looked at my leg or I guess my stump. I started hyperventilating. The nurse quickly rushed to me and grabbed my hand "your ok, there was just and accident. You were shot in the leg and we had to amputate it" she said trying to calm me down. It only made it worse. She then pocked me in the arm with a needle and I began to calm down. "Now I need to ask some questions, can u be a dear and answer them for me?" I nodded yes. I didn't want her to hurt me. "Good, now how did you get these scars?" "My father" "alright can you tell me your daily routine?" "First I wake up then I make father breakfast. I then go to my room and attach the chain on my bed to my ankle and wait until father wakes up, when he does he eats breakfast and comes to my room, he then kisses me and takes off my clothes and then his friends come over and they kiss me, then they take off the chain and push me down the stairs, I then get in the chair and they chain me to it and each cut me and stab me. After that I make them dinner and sit back in the chair as the take turns cutting me again. I then go back to bed and my dad ties me to the bed so I don't leave, then the next day I do the same thing but I go to the store every other day and get my dad more beer" I said proudly dad says that the more punishment in my day the more proud I should be. The nurse shook her head and I saw the 5 boys staring at me again through the door, they seemed shocked. Did I say somthing? The nurse scribbled things down then asked "what are the names of your fathers friends?" "Why do you need to know?" I asked afraid "well last night the cops arrived at your house after these boys called us." "NO THE COPS THEIR BAD THEY DONT WANT ME TO BE PROUD!!!!" The nurse looked shocked "that's what father said" "no honey cops are good your father is bad, they took you father to jail and we need to know his friends names so we can get them to." "If I tell you they will cut me more" I said a tear ran down my cheek
Wow this girl is messed up! Poor thing! All her life she has thought that cops are bad and that being abused is good!!!! Poor thing she is so skinny does she even eat?! "When's the last time you ate?" Zayn said "w-well before my father and his friends unlock my anklet they give me a slice of bread and water once a week. Aren't I lucky father says other kids only get a crumb and when I am older like him I can have big meals!"
They seemed so shocked that I got a whole piece of bread they must be jealous. Of coarse I am fat so maybe I should only get crumbs. "Okay well I'm going to go get you some food and we will figure out where you will live" the nurse left and the boys came all the way into the room I was in. I scooted closer to the wall. They went and sat on the couch on the other side of the room getting on these square devises, I sometimes say people with them when I hid behind the couch to watch tv or after my beating my dad would watch tv and I got to see a bit. One came up to me and sat in a chair I scooted away from him "hi, I'm niall what's your name?" "I'm not allowed to tell people my name because then the cops will come and take my father and he will not be able to give me bread or beatings." "No love you can tell me your name no one will hurt you ever again" I looked down at my feet ( or should I say foot) I looked back at him "can I ask you somthing" I asked "of coarse" "why do you guys think getting punished is bad?" "Well it is, parents should not beat their children; they should hug them and kiss them and say good night to them" "oh don't worry my father kisses me and so does his friends" I smiled he sighed "no they kiss you in a bad way when I say kiss you I mean like this" Niall leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Oh" is all I could say