Wickedywitch Stories – The Secret Life of Annie – part 5

Laura gently stroked her mother’s hair, her own tears slowly falling down her anxious face.  ‘Mum can you get up, let’s get you cleaned up’ slowly standing up she leant down to her mother and gently tried to lift her.  Annie winced with pain that seared through her side life a hot knife cutting into her every movement bought sharp pain.  The nausea was rising and she could feel herself drifting into a welcome blackness.  Laura gently laid her mother back down and went to fetch a throw from the sofa and laid it over.  Taking a deep breath she headed upstairs to find her father, she felt sick in the stomach at what he had done to their mother, and her brother the coward had run off, goodness knows where, one of his friends… reaching her parents’ bedroom door she knocked quietly at first then more firmly as no answer came from within. Feeling a mixture of fear and anger she found herself banging on the door shouting, ‘dad, come out, mum needs you, you have hurt her real bad… Dad… are you listening come out.. .’  Still nothing not a sound Laura decided to go for it and open the bedroom door. Flinging open the door Laura found the room empty, feeling the anger rising in her chest she kicked out at the nearest object which was one of her mother’s shoes; it flew over the floor and bounced noisily against the wardrobe. Turning and rushing down the stairs, she quickly checked her mother, then went outside to the driveway, just as she thought the car was gone ’bastard…’ she thought as she took her phone out of her pocket and rang 999.

Annie groaned the bright lights hurting her eyes, shutting them tightly she lay for a while, her mind racing. Gingerly she raised her arm, a pain shot through and crying out with the pain she dropped her arm.  A voice she could hear a voice in the distance, it echoed, where was she, slowly she opened her eyes the light making her head ache, a dull ache.  As her eyes got used to the bright light she was able to make out her surroundings, the walls were white, clinical, turning her head slightly she could see the drip hanging on its stand. To tired and to uncomfortable Annie let herself drift back into the comfort of the darkness that slowly enveloped her. The nurse checked her patients vital signs, and wrote on the clipboard, then headed out of the room to continue on her rounds, shaking her head, it saddened her to see women coming in to the hospital, obviously beaten up but the family saying they had fallen. The husband was as shifty as they come, gave her an uncomfortable shiver up her spine, seen his sort many a time. The daughter looked a lovely girl, hadn’t missed a day over the last three weeks, sitting with her mother. Snorting with disgust she went back to her duties.

Laura sat reading quietly by her mother, it had been three weeks since she had rang for the ambulance, she felt guilty at the lie she had told to the police and doctors. She couldn’t bear the thought of telling them the truth. Her father had finally crawled back the next day and had been furious that she had called an ambulance.  Seeing her dad shouting like a spoilt brat in front of her, made her realise what a bastard he was, shrugging her shoulders she had just replied to him ‘ you weren’t here’  even now it still made her angry. Quickly glancing at the mother she just wished that she would wake up.

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Im a wickedywitch, this blog is about my daily pottering, my writing, poetry, and general witchy things I get upto, from foraging to make wine, or herbal remedys, to drumming, or creating an item from scratch with materials or cooking.
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