Runaway - Chapter 4
Monday
“You need to eat,” the nurse said as she set down another tray of food beside the one I hadn’t touched from this afternoon.
I didn’t bother responding. I’d already told her several times that I wasn’t hungry. A hunger strike probably was a good move at this point. But that wasn’t why I left all my food untouched. I just…wasn’t hungry. Not when my stomach was so twisted up inside.
She wrote something down in a notebook.
Screw you too. “Can I please have my phone now?”
“We’ve already been over this. You don’t have a phone.”
I hated this bitch. “Then can I please use your phone? Or the house phone? Or the phone wherever we are?”
“That’s just not a possibility. Now make sure you eat every bite.”
If I’d still had the IV cord I would have tried to strangle her with it. “Please,” I said.
“See you in the morning.” She hurried away, ignoring my very reasonable request.
All I ever saw were her and the two big nurses who liked to inject me with something whenever I misbehaved. Which I’d stopped doing, for the record. All I did was sit here all day. I eyed the food on the tray and then turned away from it.
Each day that went by made me more and more hopeless.
I sighed and stared at the white wall.
Kennedy had been right. For just a few seconds I’d had everything.
My life had seemed like a fairytale. But it had all been a facade.
Kennedy was the one that had everything.
Everything that I’d lost. She had a loving mother.
Someone who was always on her side. An unconditional kind of love I’d never have again.
I just wanted to go back home to Delaware.
I wanted another chance to do everything differently.
My life was no fairytale. Which meant Matthew Caldwell wasn’t my knight in shining armor. He wasn’t going to show up and save me. He’d always been good at not showing up when I needed him most.