Meeting dad

I felt that this time Carl had went too far and I would not stop until they had heard my story and believed me to be telling the truth. I would not be going back to that house after this. 

The nurse from before came and told me that the police was here and asked if she could let them in. I smiled and nodded my head yes. 

She left and a moment later the door opened and in walked three men. I didn't think that was really necessary but what did I know anyways. The first two introduced themselves as Chief Inspector Van Niekerk and detective Black. They both shook my hand and got their notebooks out. I looked to the other man that had come into the room with them but hadn't introduced himself and wondered who he could be.

They didn't let me ponder on the identity of this man any longer and the two detectives started asking their questions and writing down my answers. Most of the questions were centred around what had happened before the time that I was beat as they had wanted to get the full background and make sure that they had received the full story both from my perspective and from Carl's perspective. 

I told them that there had been a letter in the mail that was addressed to my mother and that she had come to my room crying with the letter in question in her hands and that I had read the letter because she was too emotional to respond to me. I told them about the contents of the letter and that it had both me and mum in tears and that we had sat there in my doorway crying until Carl had returned home. 

I told them that he had taken mum to their room and that he had returned to my room afterwards and that he was the one that had beaten me and not some random person from the street as he was telling everyone who would listen. I told them that this had not been the first time that he had done this and that he had been doing this since I was six years old and that I had proof of the more recent ones. 

It wasn't the easiest story to tell them, and I had to take some pauses in between to let the tears subside a little and to take a few sips of water so I could continue talking. After I had answered all their questions, they thanked me and left after I told them that I had hid the tapes and copies of them in the house as well as at a friend’s place. They thanked me and went on their way with a promise to come again if they would need anything else. 

The mystery man was still there and just kept sitting on the little hospital chair in the corer keeping to himself. It was getting a little scary to be honest and I was just about to press the call button for the nurse to come when he stood up and came to give me a hug. I felt really confused as to who this person was giving me a hug. 

He introduced himself as Jacob Blake, my dad, after the hug and then sat down again just staring at me. I started trying to make small talk and ended up telling him that I didn't feel safe with mum and Carl. He promised that he would take me to his house when I will be discharged and that I wouldn't have to go and live with them again. 

Mum came to visit only once to tell me that Carl had been arrested and to try and get me to drop my silly charges as they weren't the truth. She didn't come again after this. I had decided to tell dad everything a few days before I was to be discharged as I finally felt that I could maybe do it without crying and getting over emotional over it all. 

Never this far again I swear. I could see that dad was getting really mad, his face started turning red and this little vein started popping more frequently on his forehead. Before I could even finish everything, he got up, turned around and stormed out of my hospital room. 

He hadn't returned after he stormed out of the hospital room, and I was getting worried about him. I read that Carl might be released on bail in the next few days and this scares me a lot. Who is stopping him from coming and getting his revenge on me while I am still in the hospital and more or less bound to this hospital bed with the limited mobility I have as a result of my broken and wrapped wrist and also the iv that is attached to my arm. 

He could easily have his way with me and get away with it without too much trouble. I didn't really get much sleep before and definitely got less sleep after I got news that he had had his bail hearing and that his changes on bail was high. 

He had these work boots that made this specific sound on any floor. I heard that sound while sitting and reading in the hospital bed and the footsteps were coming closer to my room door and definitely those work boots that he always wore. He had come for me. He was definitely going to kill me now. I got more and more scared because the footsteps were coming closer and closer to my door. I could already feel the kicks and punches on my body. 

I tried to see if I could use the iv pole or something else as a weapon, but I wasn't strong enough to use an of them against a grown man the size of Carl. I was just going to have to press the call button and scream as hard and as menacing as I could and hope that this helps and scares him off. 

The door handle jiggled and was being turned. The door pushed open and in walked... 

Kyle. 

I let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding and threw him with a pillow because hell he had scared the shit out of me.