Chapter 7

The next two days were hell. My parents insisted that one of them stayed with me. I mean I only have two cracked ribs a couple of bruises and a concussion. No Biggy. When ever the argument came up I would say,

"Mom, Dad, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself," As always they ignored me and went on.

They decided that my mom should stay at home and my dad should go to work. It was better, no one would ask questions, not to mention, I'm sure that everyone already knew as soon as Kate found me.

I wished my dad stayed instead of my mom. He would come check up on me every two hours and leave me to do what I wanted to do as long as I didn't bother him. My mom on the other hand, she made me stay in bed, checked up on me every fifteen minutes.