Hello My Hate
Chapter Two
~*~Carly’s POV~*~
Oh buddy does my body ever hurt. Why I chose tonight to try and get away from Travis I will never know. I feel my hair being moved from my face, assumedly by the woman, whose voice is on the phone, speaking quietly about what she saw. Well...at least I hope she is on the phone. Jesus, I just want to open my eyes.
“It’s completely my fucking concern,” I hear a familiar male voice snap out making my heart beat faster against my ribs.
It can’t be....
“When it’s my fucking cousin you’re beating on!”
Holy shit it is! I struggle and finally my eyes pop open as I look up at a very pretty woman with red hair, her phone pressed against her ear. “Christian,” I whisper out hoarsely as sirens pierce the air.
“It’s okay,” the girl says to me, her hand soothing my hair down as the sirens come to a screeching stop.
“Police!” A few voices yell out as footsteps pound the pavement quickly around us.
I feel a person kneel down on my right so I look over and smile as tears begin to pool in my eyes. “Christian,” I whisper out again as he smiles at me, gripping my hand in his.
“Oh Carly, thank God,” he says as more sirens fill the air. “Thank God you’re alive!”
“’Course I’m still alive, I still have to kick your ass in monopoly,” I state with a painful laugh which he returns, remembering our childhood banter.
“Miss,” a new voice says as I look over at the police officer and smile softly in recognition. “I thought it was you Carly.”
“Hey John, it’s been a while,” I say to the older man.
“He’s the one that put you in the ER a few months back isn’t he,” John asks solemnly as paramedics rush over, moving Christian and the girl away as Travis curses out somebody. “And your name isn’t really Carly Tinker is it?”
“Who?” I ask, confused as the medics start poking and prodding.
“That man put your name in the hospital records as Carly Tinker, wife of Kevin Tinker, or whoever the guy in the back of my cruiser is.”
“My name is Carly Mora,” I explain, wincing as the medic pressed firmly against my ribs, my breath leaving my lungs in a gush from the pain. “He was my boyfriend, Travis Anderson. He moved us here when I was seventeen.”
“Officer, we need to get her to the hospital,” one of the medic’s says urgently causing John to nod and gently pats my hand before standing up and backing away.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” he says as the medics situate me onto a backboard before placing me on the gurney they had brought over and heading towards the ambulance.
“Can I ride with her?” I hear Christian say as the medics secure my head. “She’s my cousin.”
“Of course,” somebody says as I am lifted into the back of the ambulance, the lights inside the vehicle temporarily blinding me from the brightness.
“We’ll meet you there,” a deep voice says, sending goose bumps down my flesh as I hear Christian climb into the bus with me before the doors are slammed shut and within seconds we are tearing away towards the hospital.
“I thought you were dead,” Christian says seriously as she takes my hand and gently squeezes it. “You just disappeared, and then we never heard from you again.”
“I probably would have been soon if I hadn’t tried to escape today.”
“Carly I am going to hook up an IV and some morphine before your pain completely kicks in, John needs you coherent so it won’t be very much, just enough to dull the pain a bit.”
“Go for it,” I reply with a soft, painful laugh and, within about thirty seconds he had the needle in my arm and the IV set up, complete with morphine.
“We will be there in a few minutes,” the paramedic says, glancing out of the windshield before glancing back down at his watch and continuing to do this over and over.
“What has you so worried?” I question him as he smiles at me kindly.
“Your ribs,” he replies bluntly. “From what we were told you took a few good kicks from a steel toed boot and you may also have some head trauma where he hit you as well. You are a tough little woman Miss Carly.”
“Probably in shock,” I state as the ambulance slows down. “Not going to lie, I am still trying to put together what all happened tonight.”
“I think we all are,” Christian points out.
“By the way, I really like the make-up, oh cousin of mine. It’s very fun and edgy.”
“Thanks,” he laughs. “Suits the band perfectly, and the name I guess.”
“Name..? What name?”
“Oh, I go by Christian Coma or CC now. I have for a few years since I joined the band,” he explains.
“What is the band called? I’m sorry; I just haven’t been allowed to listen to music for years.”
“Black Veil Brides, and don’t you worry about listening to music. By the time I get through with you, you will be beyond sick of it,” he states seriously as the ambulance comes to a stop and the door are thrown open as my gurney is hauled from the back of the bus and I am rushed into the hospital, Christian, well I guess I’ll call him CC now, much simpler than Christian, is soon nowhere around me. In no time I am transferred from the gurney to a hospital bed as I am hooked up to new machines as the curtains are pulled closed around my section as a nurse cuts my ragged clothes from my body and covers me with a thin, flimsy hospital gown as an unfortunately familiar x-ray machine is pushed through the curtains and into my ‘room.’
“Carly, as pretty as you are I hate seeing you in here,” Marcus, the x-ray technician states seriously. “The doctors are worried about internal bleeding so we are going to take a few x-rays and see just what we have going on inside of that little body of yours.”
“Have at it Marcus,” I say as he wastes no time and starts immediately taking the x-rays, moving the machine into different positions to see every possible angle.
A few moments and mechanical humming noises later Marcus leaves the room with the machine as the doctors let John in, who was looking at me seriously. “Carly, I want to nail this piece of shit to the wall! Please tell me that we have something to add to the domestic abuse, fraud and assault charges.”
“Grab a rape kit John,” I whisper out, rubbing my finger tips against the bed cover as the nurses and the doctor stop what they’re doing. “It for compare the samples to those taken last time, I promise you they will match. Also, he will have very deep scratches along his chest from where I tried to get away from him during the attack,” I explain in a monotone voice, staring at the curtain.
“Shit,” John whispers out. “I didn’t even think of that possibility Carly. How long has this been happening to you?”
“Since I was stupid enough to believe that he loved me when I was seventeen and moved out with him. I have been trying to get away ever since but every time I have gotten close I have ended up back in the hospital, every time worse than I was before, every time beating me back to being terrified to stand up against him. That is what happened the last time but I had no idea about the false names John, I just thought that my family never cared that I was gone so they weren’t looking for me...just like he said.”
“Jesus Carly,” he says, rubbing his hand along his face. “I will be back shortly... I am so sorry.” I nod as he walks out of the room, making the curtains blow out a bit.
Within a few minutes I hear CC’s voice roar out in anger from somewhere past my curtains. I looked down at my fingers where they played with the fabric of the hospital gown, desperate to block out everything going on around me as John and a female officer walk back into my room, both with solemn looks on their faces when I took a second to chance a look up at them. I leaned my head back against the bed as the doctor because to perform the procedure for the rape test that I am, unfortunately, all too familiar with, and I just closed my eyes and let my mind wander away to whatever memory it could possibly find.
Oh buddy does my body ever hurt. Why I chose tonight to try and get away from Travis I will never know. I feel my hair being moved from my face, assumedly by the woman, whose voice is on the phone, speaking quietly about what she saw. Well...at least I hope she is on the phone. Jesus, I just want to open my eyes.
“It’s completely my fucking concern,” I hear a familiar male voice snap out making my heart beat faster against my ribs.
It can’t be....
“When it’s my fucking cousin you’re beating on!”
Holy shit it is! I struggle and finally my eyes pop open as I look up at a very pretty woman with red hair, her phone pressed against her ear. “Christian,” I whisper out hoarsely as sirens pierce the air.
“It’s okay,” the girl says to me, her hand soothing my hair down as the sirens come to a screeching stop.
“Police!” A few voices yell out as footsteps pound the pavement quickly around us.
I feel a person kneel down on my right so I look over and smile as tears begin to pool in my eyes. “Christian,” I whisper out again as he smiles at me, gripping my hand in his.
“Oh Carly, thank God,” he says as more sirens fill the air. “Thank God you’re alive!”
“’Course I’m still alive, I still have to kick your ass in monopoly,” I state with a painful laugh which he returns, remembering our childhood banter.
“Miss,” a new voice says as I look over at the police officer and smile softly in recognition. “I thought it was you Carly.”
“Hey John, it’s been a while,” I say to the older man.
“He’s the one that put you in the ER a few months back isn’t he,” John asks solemnly as paramedics rush over, moving Christian and the girl away as Travis curses out somebody. “And your name isn’t really Carly Tinker is it?”
“Who?” I ask, confused as the medics start poking and prodding.
“That man put your name in the hospital records as Carly Tinker, wife of Kevin Tinker, or whoever the guy in the back of my cruiser is.”
“My name is Carly Mora,” I explain, wincing as the medic pressed firmly against my ribs, my breath leaving my lungs in a gush from the pain. “He was my boyfriend, Travis Anderson. He moved us here when I was seventeen.”
“Officer, we need to get her to the hospital,” one of the medic’s says urgently causing John to nod and gently pats my hand before standing up and backing away.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” he says as the medics situate me onto a backboard before placing me on the gurney they had brought over and heading towards the ambulance.
“Can I ride with her?” I hear Christian say as the medics secure my head. “She’s my cousin.”
“Of course,” somebody says as I am lifted into the back of the ambulance, the lights inside the vehicle temporarily blinding me from the brightness.
“We’ll meet you there,” a deep voice says, sending goose bumps down my flesh as I hear Christian climb into the bus with me before the doors are slammed shut and within seconds we are tearing away towards the hospital.
“I thought you were dead,” Christian says seriously as she takes my hand and gently squeezes it. “You just disappeared, and then we never heard from you again.”
“I probably would have been soon if I hadn’t tried to escape today.”
“Carly I am going to hook up an IV and some morphine before your pain completely kicks in, John needs you coherent so it won’t be very much, just enough to dull the pain a bit.”
“Go for it,” I reply with a soft, painful laugh and, within about thirty seconds he had the needle in my arm and the IV set up, complete with morphine.
“We will be there in a few minutes,” the paramedic says, glancing out of the windshield before glancing back down at his watch and continuing to do this over and over.
“What has you so worried?” I question him as he smiles at me kindly.
“Your ribs,” he replies bluntly. “From what we were told you took a few good kicks from a steel toed boot and you may also have some head trauma where he hit you as well. You are a tough little woman Miss Carly.”
“Probably in shock,” I state as the ambulance slows down. “Not going to lie, I am still trying to put together what all happened tonight.”
“I think we all are,” Christian points out.
“By the way, I really like the make-up, oh cousin of mine. It’s very fun and edgy.”
“Thanks,” he laughs. “Suits the band perfectly, and the name I guess.”
“Name..? What name?”
“Oh, I go by Christian Coma or CC now. I have for a few years since I joined the band,” he explains.
“What is the band called? I’m sorry; I just haven’t been allowed to listen to music for years.”
“Black Veil Brides, and don’t you worry about listening to music. By the time I get through with you, you will be beyond sick of it,” he states seriously as the ambulance comes to a stop and the door are thrown open as my gurney is hauled from the back of the bus and I am rushed into the hospital, Christian, well I guess I’ll call him CC now, much simpler than Christian, is soon nowhere around me. In no time I am transferred from the gurney to a hospital bed as I am hooked up to new machines as the curtains are pulled closed around my section as a nurse cuts my ragged clothes from my body and covers me with a thin, flimsy hospital gown as an unfortunately familiar x-ray machine is pushed through the curtains and into my ‘room.’
“Carly, as pretty as you are I hate seeing you in here,” Marcus, the x-ray technician states seriously. “The doctors are worried about internal bleeding so we are going to take a few x-rays and see just what we have going on inside of that little body of yours.”
“Have at it Marcus,” I say as he wastes no time and starts immediately taking the x-rays, moving the machine into different positions to see every possible angle.
A few moments and mechanical humming noises later Marcus leaves the room with the machine as the doctors let John in, who was looking at me seriously. “Carly, I want to nail this piece of shit to the wall! Please tell me that we have something to add to the domestic abuse, fraud and assault charges.”
“Grab a rape kit John,” I whisper out, rubbing my finger tips against the bed cover as the nurses and the doctor stop what they’re doing. “It for compare the samples to those taken last time, I promise you they will match. Also, he will have very deep scratches along his chest from where I tried to get away from him during the attack,” I explain in a monotone voice, staring at the curtain.
“Shit,” John whispers out. “I didn’t even think of that possibility Carly. How long has this been happening to you?”
“Since I was stupid enough to believe that he loved me when I was seventeen and moved out with him. I have been trying to get away ever since but every time I have gotten close I have ended up back in the hospital, every time worse than I was before, every time beating me back to being terrified to stand up against him. That is what happened the last time but I had no idea about the false names John, I just thought that my family never cared that I was gone so they weren’t looking for me...just like he said.”
“Jesus Carly,” he says, rubbing his hand along his face. “I will be back shortly... I am so sorry.” I nod as he walks out of the room, making the curtains blow out a bit.
Within a few minutes I hear CC’s voice roar out in anger from somewhere past my curtains. I looked down at my fingers where they played with the fabric of the hospital gown, desperate to block out everything going on around me as John and a female officer walk back into my room, both with solemn looks on their faces when I took a second to chance a look up at them. I leaned my head back against the bed as the doctor because to perform the procedure for the rape test that I am, unfortunately, all too familiar with, and I just closed my eyes and let my mind wander away to whatever memory it could possibly find.
Notes
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