Sheâs finally asleep. Weâre a few minutes away from the hospital but sheâs finally asleep so I tell my dad to drive to our place instead. He doesnât try to talk me out of it. They spent about ten minutes trying to get me to stay in my bed before finally agreeing to get Florence with me. They know itâs not worth arguing about and they care about her too.
So on our way home we are.
âIâll carry her inside. Will you please go back to the hospital now? The doctor said she wanted to keep you overnight for observation,â my dad says.
âBut she needs to e-â I want to protest but my mom cuts me off.
âEnough, Elija. Please, let me drive you back. Sheâs sleeping right now and you can call her later,â she says. She looks genuinely tired and thatâs enough to make me shut up. Sheâs right, I guess. I may not like it but my parents are worried so weâll do what the doctor said. I just hope we can handle the extra charges.
I hate this system.
I unbuckle my girlâs seatbelt and my dad picks her up, gently so as not to wake her. Then he walks towards our door and my mom and I drive off.
I text my dad to plug Florenceâs phone in only for him to tell me he already did. Then I text Kai to check if we have green apples, wondering if I made a mistake by letting her sleep. Shouldnât she maybe have eaten something first?
But if she ate, she couldnât lie down for some time and therefore couldnât sleep. Fuck, this sucks.
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âHey, you feeling better?â I ask Florence. She just texted me she woke up so I called her. I can hear her laugh over the line.
âIâm supposed to ask you that,â she says. âBut, Iâm better, thanks. Sorry for making such a scene, I didnât mean to freak you out. And your parents, oh god, Iâm mortified.â
âNo oneâs judging you, Florence. Now, did you eat something?â
âI literally texted you as soon as I woke up. When was I supposed to eat?â she asks me, chuckling again.
âOkay, I get it. There should be green apples, by the way. My dad is out with the twins so youâre probably home alone so just take a look around in the pantry and decide what you want to eat.â
âI canât just eat your familyâs food. Besides, I should get home soon. My parents are probably worried,â Florence tells me. I bite my tongue to hold back a comment about how sheâs still pretending nothing happened. Losing my temper wonât help though so I take a deep breath and reply calmly.
âMy parents told me about what happened,â I tell her. The line goes quiet so I check if sheâs still there. She is. âDid that happen before? With your mother?â
âNo,â she replies quietly. Man, I wish I could hold her during this conversation but I promised my mom Iâd spend another night in the hospital.
âDid her or your father contact you since?â I ask.
âNo.â I clench my fist even as I force my voice to be even. Itâs all I can do not to go to her house and have a little talk with her parents.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI donât know. I guess I thought if I just didnât talk about it, it wouldnât be true. Iâm sorry I lied,â she says quietly.
âDonât worry about it. Iâm sorry I snapped at you. I shouldnât have pushed that hard. Now, are you eating yet?â I ask.
âYeah, sure. Iâll go downstairs now but I think Iâll really head home after,â she tells me, walking down the stairs loud enough for me to hear.
âItâll be dark by the time youâll arrive and you sure as hell wonât take an uber again. Just stay over at my place.â
âIâd like to talk to my parents,â she tells me. I groan inwardly. Not that I donât understand, I just donât like the idea of her being close to those assholes ever again.
âLet me at least text Kai. Heâll give you a ride. Or one of the guys. Just promise me youâll wait for one of them, okay?â
âFine,â she mumbles but I can tell sheâs not happy about it.
âAww, donât pout, little one. Thatâs not how good girls like you behave,â I tease her only to hear her choking on something. âFlorence, you okay there?â I ask.
âYeah,â she says after a while. I smirk to myself.
âWhat was that all about?â I ask.
âHm? Nothing,â she says, sounding very unconvincing.
âYeah, you sure about that? You sure you didnât react to something I said?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â she repeats. Such a little liar.
âMhm. Sure. You wouldnât mind if I kept calling you a good girl, then, would you?â I tease her.
âNo,â she squeaks. Guess I found a sweet spot there.
âGood to know. Now, what do you want to say to your parents?â I ask, getting back on track.
âIâm not sure. Theyâll probably pretend nothing happened but I think Iâll just be upfront and demand answers. Theyâve been acting weird recently and Iâm sick of being in the dark about it.â
âYou donât think theyâll hurt you again, do you?â The words leave my lips with some resistance and I hate to even think about it. Really, no one deserves to be abused at home. The thought of harm coming to Florence, especially in her own home, sits anything but right with me.
âItâs never happened before. I canât tell if it was a one-time thing, to be honest. My mother didnât really seem remorseful after the last time so weâll just have to see, I guess,â she answers as if it were nothing. As if we werenât talking about her getting hurt.
âYou canât mean that. There must be another way. You could go to the police or something,â I tell her.
âBecause of what, one slap? Theyâre my parents, Elija.â
âSo what? They are shitty people!â I snap.
âYou donât know them,â she defends them.
âI know enough. I know theyâve been treating you like shit when you donât deserve it and thatâs enough!â Why canât she see that?
âThey didnât use to be like that,â she argues.
âStop making excuses for them! People change, Florence.â
âWhich means they can change back!â she snaps back.
âThatâs not how it works. And even if it were, how long are they going to hurt you before changing again? Are you going to let them abuse you further? Not only verbally but physically now as well? When will you stop clinging to that small shimmer of hope and do whatâs good for you? What needs to be done!â
âUntil I canât do it anymore. Donât you get it, Elija? They are my parents. Theyâre all I have,â she says defeatedly.
âDonât say that. There are so many people that care about you, me at the very top of them. But your parents? Florence, theyâre ruining you. Youâre already starving yourself. How much longer can you carry on? How many panic attacks and blackouts are you away from just not getting back up? I donât want to see you fade away,â I tell her. She sighs and sniffles.
âIâm sorry, I have to try talking to them.â
âOkay.â Maybe sheâs right. Maybe Iâm overreacting because Iâm worried and I guess if thereâs a chance Florence can salvage her relationship with her parents, itâs worth a try. Doesnât mean I have to like it. âWell, Kaiâs on his way. Please text me when youâre home or at least after you had the talk.â
âThanks. For understanding and everything else. I know Iâm a mess right now but I promise Iâll pull myself together,â she says and itâs like a slap in the face.
Sheâs promising me sheâll hide herself behind those façades again, isnât she? That sheâll do anything she thinks I want her to and behave so itâs the most convenient for the people around her. Meanwhile, all I want is for her to be more selfish and put herself first.
âI know you think you need to be alright all the time but thatâs not true. Please, donât shut me out because you think itâs getting too messy for me or that I canât and donât want to handle it. I can and I want to help. Do you understand that? Otherwise, Iâll keep telling you.â I hear her chuckle softly.
âI understand. Thanks. Oh, your brotherâs here. Call you later, bye!â she says quickly. Then she hangs up before I get the chance to say anything else.
âBye.â