chapter 7: digging up the past

                                    

                                          
I woke up in a hospital bed, I looked to my left to see niall sitting there, I looked to my right, Lin, kell, max, Becca, and zinla were all on the chair, passed out. So was niall. I sighed. I tapped niall on the shoulder he woke up. "Hey, dad, how long was I out?" OK. First, I just called niall my dad, second I knew how long k was probablly passed out for, 1 or 2 hours. "A month" ok. Didn't see that. "Why?" Then I mentally slapped my self. "Well you hit your head and passed out and you've been in a coma for about a month." "Oh..." I sghed at least he didn't ask why I would have passed out from hitting my head lightly on the counter. "So.. How did you pass out from hitting a counter?" Shit. Some too soon. I sighed "I tell you when we get home, when can we leave." Then the do,ctor came in. "Good, Kimmy, glad to see your finally up, you can go home, I just need your father to sign these documents and you'll be on your way." Everyone was awake now and they got out. I changed back into my regular clothes and walked out. Once we got home Maxy and them went with Andy and the rest of bvb. I sat down on my bed and motion for the rest of them to sit down. I started to explain. Lin and supposebly kell already knew. "Ok, so when I was 5 my biological mom passed away, then my father had started to get into achohol. Then by the time i was 6 my father had always been drunk. Then he had started to beet me. At first it was just smacking then one night he hit my head with a Brocken bear bottle, I went to the hospital but he told them that I fell down the stairs. Then he started to hit me when I woke up early. One day I woke up early and he beat me to the point I was bleeding. He also would call me names, like whore, slut and bitch. I ran to the park and an officer got me and took me to grace Alice's adoption center for girls. I loved the place. Then I went to my first foster home. That's where I met lin, I grew up there for about three or four years,  then I had gotten another foster home, they sent me back after a week. They couldn't handle a depressed little girl. Then I went to my third foster home. I was thrown down stairs, shoved to a wall, you name it, that's what I got from my siblings and foster mother. My foster dad had treated me kindly. Then my foster mother died from a car accident. After that my foster dad had still treated me like he always did. Until one night. He told me to do the dishes, I did as I was told. Then he grabbed me by the hair and threw me against the wall, I hit my head where my really dad had broken the beer bottle on. Before I fell unconscious I saw him. That's how I know he threw me. Then I went back to grace Alice's and stayed until you guys came along. Thats all that happened up to here. That's why I'm a depressed girl. Dad please don't send me back." I looked at my dad- er niall with desperate eyes. He hugged me while I crided into his chest, he rubbed my back and whispered into my ear. "Its on, I'll never give you back."