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have a few other injuries.’

As his hand travelled over the pot, he asked,

“How long have you had this on?” She thought about it before saying,

“About five and a half weeks.” Dominic nodded before asking another question,

“Was it a bad brake,” Cat looked to the pot on her ankle shaking her head,

“No, I don’t think so, you’d have to ask my doctor though.” Dominic nodded and started asking about her other doctor, Where he was, When the last time she had seen him etc… Then he typed something on his computer. Found the doctors name and sent a short email, explaining the predicament and that he needed Caitria Frost’s folder and information, before he shut it down and helped Cat of the examination bed, handing her, her crutches, so that he could take her home.

“I’ll take you home, and I’ll get in touch, when I have your folder, from what I can see, the pot should be off in about a week, maybe less.” She nodded saying thanks before getting in the passenger side of the Warrior giving her crutches to Dominic, and waiting for him to take her home, to her Father. She wished that it had taken longer, but sadly it had lasted less than 40 minutes, which meant, her Father wouldn’t have passed out yet. And that was bad.
3...

Dominic, just dropped her off outside her new house, but waited to make sure she got in okay, before driving away. That girl was really getting to him. He needed a cold shower.

Cat walked in to see that she was lucky. Her Father had already passed out on the sofa, which meant that she would be able to go to her room, and read, and not have to deal with his drunken, abusive behaviour. She didn’t have her mum any more. But she couldn’t remember what happened to her. All she knew is what her father told her, that she fell down the stairs and died. But Cat knew that there was a hell of a lot more to the story, she just couldn’t rack it out of her brain. It was horrible, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, telling her that she knew more, it was just trapped and she had to search for the answers. But she wasn’t sure if she wanted the answers. She decided to just lay down and read a book, while enjoying a small amount of freedom while her Father snored on the sofa downstairs. 19 years old and still living with her dad, who controlled every part of her life. She had no money, because she was never given any, and even if she did, she had no where to go. It was something that she just couldn’t get out of.

She fell asleep, with a book on her chest, she hadn’t realised how tired moving had made her, that and trying to keep her breathing under control when she was around a certain doctor. ‘wink’ ‘wink’. She had absolutely no idea, if her was married, had a girl friend, or even if he ‘walked on the other side of the road’ But he was getting to her, and she had no idea how. Her Father would surely kill her if he found out. And she certainly didn’t want that. She decided that she would just have to learn to live with it.

She was woken a few hours later, by somebody bursting into her room. She opened her eyes to see her Father standing in the door way. Her had a bottle of some sort, in his hand and the other holding him up against the door frame.

“Make me some food, Cat! Now! Or I wont feed you.” She just about understood what he had said, because her was slurring so badly. Cat didn’t dare not do as she was told, because she knew that it wasn’t an empty threat and he would starve her. He had done it before. She passed out in school, and they thought that she had anorexia. That was not a pleasant experience and she didn’t want that to happen. She rushed down the stairs, as fast as she could on crutches and went to the fridge. She had made chilli only a few days a go, and hidden it at the back of the fridge for a case like this. She did that a lot, she made her life a hell of a lot easier by doing what she could when she could. She put the chilli in a pan and started to heat through it.

“What are you making me?” He dad, slurred/shouted through the door,

“Chilli dad, like the one you liked the other day!” She used a voice that she only used when her Father was around: Sickly sweet and fake.

“I don’t want your stupid chilli!” He stormed into the room, and barged passed her, knocking the pan of now hot chilli, all over her. On purpose. She screamed as it scolded and burnt her skin, tears streamed out of her eyes as she knew it was only a short bit off of her passing out. The chilli, had been about to be put on simmer as it went all over her, meaning it was boiling hot, and now all over her skin. Her Father just left the room and rang an ambulance, honestly not caring, that he had done it on purpose. When she heard her dad on the phone, she was crying, she was all screamed out. She was in a hell of a lot of pain and her Father didn’t care. She passed out, more likely from exhaustion than from the pain. In truth she had probably had worse.


When Cat opened her eyes, she just saw that she was in the hospital. She had woken up like this plenty of times and knew the gist. She tried to sit up, noticing that she had cooling jell bandages rapped around her torso and the top of her arms. A nurse came in, and smiled kindly at her.

“we had your pot taken off whilst you were here. So when we get those cooling aids off. I want you to be careful walking round, and you will still have to use your crutches. The hospital also called your doctor. So Dr Jackson is on his way. He’s going to take you to his surgery before he takes you home.” Cat nodded, not understanding why Dominic would come and pick her up.

“I’m going to get the doctor so that we can get those bandages off of you. And get some new ones on.” Again Cat nodded, wincing a bit as she sat up. Just then Dominic strolled into the room.

“You said that you were clumsy,” He started, “I didn’t actually believe you until now.” Cat actually laughed at that, but winced a little as her skin tugged,

“I talked to the doctor, your skin isn’t serious, but you should try not to test your limits, it will feel a little tight for a while.” Cat surprised herself by talking instead of nodding,

“Yeah, I can feel that. So I got my pot off.” Dominic laughed at the change of subject.

It wasn’t much longer before Cat’s bandages had been changed and she was being helped into Dominic’s Warrior on the way to the surgery.

“So why did you pick me up?” She asked innocently.

“Well your Father, is in France on a business trip, did you forget.” She knew that that was just a cover story. So she nodded and pretended to know.

“Oh! I forgot! Thanks for picking me up anyway.” She said to end the conversation. Dominic took the hint and drove a little faster, so that they could get to the surgery.

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Publication Date: 08-12-2012

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