Rescue Me

I screamed out in pain. Again. Again. Tears start to stream down my face.
“Oh, is the little baby gonna cry?” my boyfriend, Darian, teased as he kicks me in the stomach. I screamed again. As I spit blood out of my mouth, I try to remember how my sweet, brown-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend, turned into this monster.
I could barely see through the tears. I pick up my phone and dial his number.
“Hey Ryleigh.” Darian answers after the first ring.
“Can you come over?” I stutter through my sobs.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.” The phone goes dead. I go and sit on my bed. Five minutes later, there is a knock at my window. I walk over to my window and let Darian in. He climbs inside and hugs me tight. We walk over to my bed and sit down.
“What’s wrong, Ryleigh?” He looks down at me and I look up at him.
“My parents were fighting again and my Dad hit my Mom. She’s in the hospital because she has internal bleeding.” I begin to sob again. Darian gabs my hand and squeezes it. He drops my hand and stands up.
“Where are you going?” I ask him as he heads towards my door.
“To teach your dad a lesson. To teach him that he shouldn’t hit girls.” I jump up and run to get in front of him.
“Ryleigh, get out of the way.” Darian says. I shake my head. He brings his hand up and hits me.
That’s where it all started. As I scream in pain again, Kyle kicks the back of my head and everything goes black.
I wake up to hear the sound of a beeping heart monitor. I groan and open my eyes to see extremely bright hospital lights. I close my eyes and groan.
“Mom?” I ask.
“Hmm?” My mom replies.
“What happened?” I ask.
“You got hit by a car. You have six broken ribs, a broken leg and a lot of bruising.” She replies. I look at her and sigh. Darian didn't tell them the truth?
“I’m going to get something to drink. Does anybody want anything?” My dad asks.
“I’ll come with you.” My mom says as she gets up from her chair beside my bed. They both walk out the door and I am left alone with Darian. “Hey, are you okay?” He asks me. I look at him and shrug my shoulders. I suck in a sharp breath at the pain from moving my shoulders. Why does he even care? He is the one who put me in here. Darian runs his hand over my hair and sighs.
My parents walk back into my room, both holding a cup of coffee. They smile and sit back down in their chairs.
“The doctor wants to talk to you for just a minute and then your Dad and I can sign the papers and we can go home.” My mom tells me gleefully. The doctor comes into the room and my parents turn to look at him.
“I would like to talk to Ryleigh.” The doctor says. My parents get up but Darian stays.
“Alone.” The doctor demands. Darian finally reluctantly gets up and walks out of the room with my parents. The doctor sits in the chair that my mom was sitting in. He takes a deep breath in.
“I know that you didn’t get hit by a car. I know you’re being abused. My question is who is the one abusing you?” I gulp and he can see that. “We need to know who is doing this so we can get you the proper treatment.” He continues. I think and I shake my head.
“No one is abusing me, Doc.” I reply
“I’m a doctor, Ryleigh I know what happened to you. You were abused. Who did this?” I sigh and shake my head. The doctor looks at me and sighs. He gets up and walks out of the room. My parents come back in laughing at a joke.
"You ready to go?' My mom asks and I nod my head. Darian helps me sit up and into my wheel chair. Why is he pretending? How long is he going to pretend that he didn't do anything?

Notes

I'm sorry that my story sucks guys. This is one of my first stories, like ever so... I hope you like my terrible writing!