Summer’s Past: Part One.
Summer Nicole Andrew. She lived with her abusive father and her mother, well at one time people would say that they seemed like a happy family, but that was before her father lost his job and started beating his wife. Not only would he beat his wife but he would also beat his 9 year old daughter..
10 years ago...
Summer POV.
Age:13
"Dad stop!" I yelled trying to get him off my mom. He's beating her again, he came home about 30 minutes ago, Drunk.. Again. He threw the beer bottle at me and I quickly jumped out of the way and ran to the kitchen to where the phone was. I dialed 911 but before I was able to say anything I was yanked from the phone by my hair and thrown to the wall. I screamed in pain and put my hand up to my forehead and felt warm liquid coming from a gash on my head and i knew it was blood. I tried to get up and help my mom who i heard screaming in the other room but I couldn't get back up and everything ended up going black...
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Nothing, I sensed nothing and I felt nothing, but it only lasted a minute and then pain. So much pain hit me like a wave. I woke up gasping for air and once I was calm, I took in my surroundings. White walls, and bright lights. If I was a naive child and believe in happy endings I would say I was in heaven, but I knew this place too well... I was in a hospital room. I pushed the call button and not even a few seconds later two nurses surrounded me and started checking my vitals. Once they finished checking me. They looked at me, smiled sadly and walked away. Five or maybe it was ten minutes after that a social worker who had long blonde hair and a dress walked in and sat down. She was about to say something but I beat her to if and asked "where's my mom?" The social worker sighed and replied "sweetie I'm so sorry for your loss, both your parents died, by the looks of it someone broke in and attacked you mother and when your dad tried to stop them he was shot, you only had a gash on your head and a broken rib.. i'm truly sorry, we will find who did this."
the irony of the social workers statement, the KILLER was my dad. He must've killed himself once mom died.
The social worker who's name is Ashley talked to me for a few about the whole situation, asking me questions about it, after she realized that i wasn't going to talk she walked out of the room and a few minutes later a Nurse walked in with two cops, named Rick Grimes and Shane. They said they were the ones who found me and saved me. I thanked them and Rick said he'll check up with me weekly until they find me a safe place to stay. They left and i must've fallen asleep because i was woken by one of my nurses and she gave me a tray of food and changed the dressings on my wounds and when she was done she let me alone to go back to sleep.
The last thought before i went to sleep was that this was all a bad dream and when i would wake up everything will be okay and mom would be alive... but dreams aren't real ...
