Chapter9
1195 Words
Danielle POV
I woke up in the hospital. In a whisper, I called out to Sky, but there was no answer. I pushed the nurses’ button for a nurse to come in. My throat was dry. My voice felt raspy, like I could barely talk.
“Aww, Ms. King. You are finally awake. You gave us quite a scare darling.”
I moved my hand as if I was drinking, so the nurse could know that I was thirsty. She quickly obliged, going over to the sink and filling a cup with water. She gently placed the cup to my lips so that I drink. It tasted horrible from the chlorine. I managed to clear my throat.
“Thank you. Why am I here?”
“You mean you don’t remember. Gosh, darling, you have been here for a week.”
“A week! f**k! Why can’t I remember anything?”
“Oh, darling. At one point, the doctor thought he had lost you. You have a severe allergy to silver. To get it out of your system, you were put in a medically induced coma. During the coma, your vitals started dropping. Thank God we were able to save you. You can’t be no older than 18. To young to be going through all of this. “
“I don’t know how I got poisoned, but thank you.”
The doctor came in to check me over, asking if I was in any pain or felt nausea. I let him that I felt fine apart from not knowing how I got here. A couple of hours later, another nurse brought me discharge papers.
I stopped by the café where I had gotten the job to let the nice lady know that I was in the hospital. To my surprise, she was not in, so I headed to the hotel to gather my belongings, but when I got there, I was told someone had picked up my stuff. The front desk staff wouldn’t even let me check to see about the left-over money Donte had given me.
My cell phone started ringing, which seemed to be the only thing I had left of my own. I answered to hear the miserable voice of my mom.
“The same way you left will be the same way you come back you ungrateful little b***h. You have been discharged from the hospital and if you are not walking through this door in the next 45 minutes, I can promise you that you will be going back into the hospital.”
I wanted to keep running but with the power they have for being one of the wealthiest families, where could I go. I left this time and ended up with no memory. Next time I really could end up in an unmarked grave. No one would know I was gone anyway.
“I am on my way mother.”
“Everyone that is someone will be at the banquet tonight. All prospective families and since people know that you are our adopted daughter you must attend. Now with that being said, I need time to make sure you are presentable and not an embarrassment to our name little girl. 45 is now 37 so I suggest you get your ass stepping!” my mom yelled through the phone before hanging up.
It's to believe that she is my mom. Every chance, I am reminded that I do not belong to that evil ass family. Thoughts just went through my head until finally I was walking through the door.
“Umm, yuck.”
“Honestly, Kelly, I am not in the mood for your bullshit.”
I pushed past her to go to my room. Not knowing my mom was coming, Kelly dramatically fell into the corner of the counter, fake slipping on the floor.
“AGHHHHH, my arm.”
My mom came out of nowhere, grabbing me from the back of my head by my hair. Still weak, I shrieked out in pain. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You being alive is you doing something.”
She slammed me against the wall and then slapped me across my face.
“Kelly cannot be injured; she has to be the star tonight. Kelly dear, are you alright?”
“I am ok mommy. My arm is a little sore, but I will be fine.”
“Danielle, go and help your sister get ready. I left a dress for you to wear tonight in your room. By the way, if you embarrass me tonight or this family, you know the consequences.”
What a welcome home party. I recovered myself and followed Kelly upstairs to her room to assist the dumb princess in getting ready for this so-called banquet. Apparently, all the major families will be in attendance. Kelly went on and on….and on….and on about how some girls were meeting their husbands. This was the 2nd one she has attended, but it’s my first. She also let it slip that the daughters and sons of the elite families could only attend once they turned 18, but our mother lied about her age so she could go last year.
An hour later, Kelly was finally done. Dressed like a hooker at a truck stop. Short dress, cleavage showing, and overpowering make-up. Let’s not mention the perfume. I looked at the time to see that I only had 25 minutes to get ready.
I rushed downstairs to my room. The last thing I wanted was to not eat for days because that was indeed my mother’s favorite punishment. With me being sick and in this so-called coma, I looked at the dress balled up on my mattress. I could already tell it was too big since I lost weight from being sick.
The great thing was always getting Kelly’s hand me downs, I learned how to sew. Dad had gotten me a sewing machine a few years back and it has been very useful. The dress was plain, white, nothing special about it at all. I quickly cut down the side of the dress, in addition, cutting the neckline into a sweetheart neckline. I took an old shear shirt that had a sequined collar and sleeves. Within 15 minutes, I created something new. Thanking the man above for my small frame, it didn’t take much work.
I quickly hopped in the shower upstairs. When I was done, I ran back down before getting caught, but not before grabbing some mascara, lip stick, and edge control. I got to my room and pulled my hair in a sleek bun. I had natural edges, so I didn’t have to do much. I hated seeing girls at school with the forehead curtains for edges. Swoops and swirls everywhere, some were even cutting their real hair just to make edges. I put some mascara on and the red lipstick I took. Finally, I put on the dress.
“Let’s Go now”
I heard my dad growl. He didn’t sound like he was in the best of moods. I will make sure I avoid him for the rest of the night.
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