It was a blur after that.
I remember snippets of being corralled into an ambulance, the three of us with Mommy being tended to by paramedics, and then rushed to the nearby hospital. I made sure to keep Remody's hand in mine, to watch over her. Mommy taught me to always look after my little sister, and even though I was scared and stressed I knew I had to look after her. Daddy was gone and Mommy was hurt, I had to protect Remody myself.
We were sitting in a hospital waiting room, Mommy was in surgery and we couldn't be with her. A nice cop, her name was Anna, sat next to us. She held us if we needed to cry and asked us questions while we waited for Mommy to get out of surgery.
“Has your Daddy always been mean to your Mommy?” Anna asked me, a soft hand on my shoulder.
I looked down at my bare feet, curling my toes anxiously. Daddy told me not to tell anyone about stuff like that. Especially not a cop. “I can't tell you..” I whispered, tensing up and keeping my eyes down. The linoleum tiles. I stared at them so much that as an adult I remember how they looked beneath my feet.
“Ok, is there anything that you can tell me about your family?” She asked, taking her hand off of my shoulder. I sighed, wiping my palms on my knees before looking up at her.
“Daddy gets angry alot.. he's scary when he's angry.” I admitted, as soon as the words left my mouth I looked back down. I shouldn't have said anything. Daddy is gonna be mad at me when he comes back.
“When he's mad, does he hit you or Remody?” Anna asked, even though she was still smiling at me there was a serious look in her eyes.
I didn't look up at her, squeezing my eyes tight as I tried to avoid the question. I didn't want to answer questions anymore. Daddy told me not to tell the police anything about our family. Especially not about if he hits us or not. “Daddy says I can't tell you that.” I whimpered, my lip quivering as I fought off tears.
Anna took note of my anguish and pulled me into her arms, apologizing profusely while running a hand through my hair. I sobbed into her vest, clinging onto her tightly. Everything was happening so fast. I didn't know how to deal with this. I wanted my Mommy.. I wanted my Daddy.
Chapter 9.