Chapter 24

**Megan**

"Megan," a woman says while shaking my body slightly. My eyes slowly open, and an aching and pain runs through my body. My eyes squeeze shut, and then they open again. I look around. At first, my vision is blurry, but everything comes into focus and I see who is in my room.

My father sits in the chair on the left, a guy I recognise from our street is standing behind him. I guess he came to support my father and a nurse and doctor at the foot of my bed. There is a woman in a grey suit standing at the window looking out of it, I don't know her at all.

"Megan," the guy in the white doctor's coat says with a warm smile "Do you know where you are?" he asks. I nod "Do you know what day it is?" he asks.

"If this is my doctor, and he doesn't even know what day it is, Dad I think you should get your money back," I say, looking at my father. A small smile appears across his face and then he looks down at the bed I'm lying in with a pained expression on his face. I look away from him and look at the doctor "Monday night or Tuesday," I say and slowly try to sit up "Why am I here?" I ask.

"You don't remember?" The doctor asked. I shake my head, he then turns his head to the woman in the grey suit. She pushes her back off the window ledge and walks over to my bed. "This woman would like to ask you a few questions," the doctor says. "Is that ok?" he asks. I nod and watch him walk out with the nurse.

"Mr Wright would you and your friend please leave so I can talk to your daughter?" the woman asks.

"Why?" my father asked standing up.

"Just to get all the facts" The woman says with a small smile. He looks at her suspiciously and walks out and our neighbour follows him, shutting the door behind him. The woman comes round to my left and sits on the edge of my bed.

"Megan. My name is Susan" she says, smiling a little. She has hazel eyes and blonde hair that has newly done highlights. She is a small woman about three inches shorter than me and has a slim figure. She looks in her mid twenties, maybe late. "Now your father says he found you in a mess," she explains, sounding like she doesn't believe him.

"Who are you exactly?" I ask

"I'm from child protection services," she says. "From what the doctor has told me the cuts and bruises on your body aren't fresh are they?" she says

"I don't know. What cuts and bruises are you talking about?" I ask.

She sighs"Ok, Megan, you are a smart girl so I'm just going to come right out and ask you," she pauses and takes a breath "Is your dad abusing you?" she asks seriously.

"No," I say. I know I shouldn't lie but I need to, I can't lose my father and I know he just needs a push for him to get help. My father is a proud man and he finds it hard to ask for help and accept help never mind actually getting help.

"Are you telling the truth, because the marks on your body tell us differently?" she says.

"I'm getting bullied, that is all but it has died down," I say looking down at my lap.

"Well ok" she stands up and looks at me "I will leave you to rest and regain your memory from last night I am sure it will come back to you," she says and leaves. I sigh and lay down properly facing the window that made it so people could see in my room.

My eyes scan who is out there. First my dad, he is standing talking to the doctor then it is my neighbour. His name still hasn't come to my mind. He is talking to someone, I squint slightly and then the person turns to look at me. Those blue eyes I know all too well, my eyes widen. I watch as his gaze turns to my father. He is glaring at him as if he hates him. Does he know? I hope to god he doesn't know. What the hell is he doing here in the first place? Why is he standing outside my room? He moves his gaze to me and a look of sympathy goes across his face mixed with something else. I quickly look away from him and turn on my other side even though it hurts like hell as I do, I still do it.

**FF a Few Hours**

My father stands in front of me with a tray of food and lays it onto the coffee table. He then sighs and sits down on the couch covering his eyes with his hand. I look down at the bowl of vegetable soup in front of me "You need to eat it," I hear him say. I move my gaze to my father and nod slightly. I have tried all day to keep my tears in and it is working until I look at him and I know that if I don't look away then I will burst out into a fit of tears.

"Megan?" he says now sitting at the side of me. I move the spoon into the bowl and slowly stir the soup "is what you said true...did you go to a party the other night? And did a boy force himself on you? Or did..." he trails off and I hear him nearly start to cry.

"Yeah," I say quietly and carry on looking down at the soup. "What I said is true," I state.

"Ok sweetheart," he says and slowly moves his hand onto mine "do you know if the boy used protection or not?" he asks. I shrug "did you know him?" he asks. I shake my head

"Ok...do you remember what he looks like?" he asks

"Dad, I don't remember anything," I snap. "I don't want to talk about it, please stop," I beg, holding in the tears.

"Ok sweetheart," he sighs "I'll go to the pharmacy for you tomorrow ok?" I nod slightly "And maybe it's time to put you on birth control as well. You are getting older now," he says. I nod as I was planning to go on birth control but never had the time to go to the doctors. "I'll ring the doctors for you tomorrow and hopefully get you an appointment for tomorrow. I nod an ok "are you not going to eat that?" he asks, a shake of my head gives him his answer "ok," and he takes the tray off my lap and leaves my drink on the coffee table.