CALEB
I was finally discharged from the hospital, though I left with a heavy cast wrapped tightly around my leg. Ironically, the injury wasn’t even from the brutal beating Alex had given me, it was from something far less dramatic.
I had slipped in the bathroom while taking a bath the day before. One moment I was reaching for the soap, the next I was sprawled on the cold tiles, pain shooting up my leg. Since I was already admitted, the doctors decided a cast would be the best option.
My mother’s hand was comforting as she supported me, helping me limp slowly toward the hospital’s main entrance. We could have taken the quieter route through the underground parking lot, slipping away without anyone noticing. But no, today I wanted the world to see me. I wanted the flashes of cameras, the
