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The Truth Part Two
"She's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay. She's gonna be okay," I mumble to myself over and over again, trying to convince myself that it's true.
It's not working.
I feel awful. I had to tell the nurse about Raven's father and I'm not sure it was the right thing to do. She'll be 18 in two weeks, so I don't have to worry about her going into foster care or whatever.
But still – I feel like it's not my secret to tell. But they needed to know what happened and it all… it just slipped out.
"Garfield?" I hear my mother's frantic voice; she walks over quickly and hugs me tightly, "Oh honey, you're okay! I was so worried! I got your note. Wha - what happened? What are you doing here?"
"Raven's hurt, Mom," I say as we pull away from each other.
"Oh, Gar, I'm so sorry. What happened?"
"She's really beat up and she passed out." Letting it all slip out again.
"Oh! Who would do such a thing?"
"Her father," I say, slightly surprised at the hate in my voice. Then again, he had hurt her. My Raven.
"Oh…" is all that my Mother says.
"Oh, and Mom?" I say," Raven's staying with us from now on."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
Fortunately, my Mom knew this, "Of course, yes. Like I would let her go back to live with horrible man. Yes, she'll sleep in Gloria's room. But Gar, are you okay?"
That was an absurd question, "Yes, Mom. Of course, I'm okay. I'm not the one who's been beaten by my Father and laid up in a hospital."
"No, I mean, how are you holding up? With all of this?"
"I'm just asking if you're okay. Gar, you've been crazy over this girl since the day you met her. I still remember how happy you were after your first day of school. And how you kept raving on and on about this girl named, Raven. You were so cute. And then, when you spent time together… ah, it was so adorable. You never let her out of your sight. Now that you know…everything…" she swallowed, trying not to get too upset. She cared about Raven a lot too. "There's got to be something upsetting you."
I smile and nod as I feel tears prickling the back of my eyes. "Yeah…there's a lot that I'm upset about. I mean, Raven was abused for…God knows how long. She disappeared because of her Father. I'm upset that she was afraid to tell me. I'm upset because she protected me when we were younger but she was the one who really needed it. I was close to losing her tonight, Mom. All because I didn't see what was going on."
A tear found its way out of my eye, sliding down my cheek. I wipe it away as Mom brings my head to her chest, comfortingly.
"Ssh… it's okay. It's going to be okay, baby. It doesn't matter what happened in the past. What matters is what happened now. And you were there for her when she needed you. And you still are now. Okay?" She says with a smile, "She's going to be okay because of you."
Pulling away from her, I smile sadly in thanks.
"Garfield Logan?" I hear someone call. I turn and see a doctor in his early 40s looking around.
I stand, while wiping another tear away. "I'm Garfield Logan."
"Well, Mr. Logan, I'm Dr. Lehigh, Rachael's doctor. She's going to be okay," he says. I sigh in relief as he continued on, peering past his glasses and reading her medical sheet, "Her leg is fractured and pretty swollen so it'll be in a cast for a month and a half and then she'll have surgery done to her knee. Her shoulder blade is okay for the most part. It's very swollen and inflamed so it'll hurt to move her left arm – she also has a cast for that. We stitched up the cut but it'll be able to come off in by the end of this month."
"Why did she pass out?" I ask.
He shook it off like it was nothing, "She was tired. After all that energy she used under all that stress, I would've been surprised if she didn't." He didn't know Raven. "But she should be up soon, if you want to see her."
I nod eagerly as I follow him. I look behind me, seeing Mom waving me off as if to say, "I'll be there soon enough."
I smile back. I love my Mom.
Mmm… what's that sound?
I try to open my eyes but they're abnormally heavy as if there were weights on my eyelashes. I try again. Please, don't let me be in a coma.
With a lot of effort, my eyes crack open, a bright light flooding into my eyes. I shut them again. Wasn't ready for that sort of surprise. Okay… let's try this again. I open my eyes, wincing a bit from the light but continue on. Blurry figures come into my view past the light.
Okay….so it's safe to say that I'm not in a coma and I'm not dead.
One of the figures say, slowly coming more into focus as my hearing gets better too.
"Rachael?" There we are! I look up from the flashlight shining in my face to the faces behind it. One, I recognize as Gar and the other one holding a flashlight in my face and waving it from one side of my vision to the other. I'm guessing he's the doctor.
"Rachael, can you hear me?" he said, slowly.
I try to open my mouth but throat is dry. I nod instead.
"Okay then, follow my finger," I listen to him, wanting him to get out of my face as soon as possible. "Okay. Well you're fine for the most part. You're pretty battered up. But you'll heal just fine, thanks to this guy right here."
He pats Gar lightly on the shoulder and quickly tells me my condition and hands me a glass of water before he rushed off to another patient. I don't look at Gar, slightly ashamed to meet his gaze. Not really wanting to have the conversation I see coming, I stare at the thin cotton blanket spread over my legs. I hear him sit down in the chair next to my bed and sigh. From the corner of my eye, I see him run his fingers through his hair, gripping it at the back and letting it go as he lets go of the breath he was holding.
"How are you?" he asks simply, looking back up at me.
"As good as I can be," I say back, my eyes still on the blanket. Taking my hand in his two big ones, he caressed the back of it with his thumb and kissed it. A blush rose to my cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he murmurs, sadly.
Furrowing my eyebrows, I say, "For what?"
"What are you talking about?" my voice full of concern.
"You were always protecting me when we were kids but you were the one who needed protection."
"No, it's not your fault, Gar -."
"Everyone keeps saying that!" he huffs, dropping my hand and moving to the other side of the room with his back to me.
"Because it isn't," I say as calmly as possible. The worst thing I could do would be to get riled up too. "You didn't do this to me. You didn't know -."
"But I should have," he darkly said, over his shoulder.
I continue on, "You shouldn't be upset."
Turning around hotly, he said, "How can I not, Raven?"
He looked horrible. His green hair was disheveled from running his fingers through it. His eyes were bloodshot and sunken. His body slumped, exhausted from today's stress. His clothes were messy and damp, thanks to the rain and mud we went through. For his complexion, he was pale with worry. On top of all that, he was shaking either from exhaustion or emotional rage.
"I've been your best friend since kindergarten and I just find out what's been happening to you for God- knows- how- long? Jesus – how can I not blame myself, Rae? Tell me that!"
"Because I said that it's not your fault. What more do I need to say?" He turns his back to me, his body tense and shaky. I wanted to get up. I wanted him to make him feel better somehow. But I knew no matter what I say or do would make him stop blaming himself. I tried to anyway.
"I didn't give you any reason to suspect that I was being abused. With every bruise I got, I covered well with makeup. I learned remedies to cure black eyes as fast as possible. I wore long sleeves or jackets and jeans and so on to hide everything. I didn't want to burden anyone with this – especially you. I knew you'd get like this."
"I have every right to be," he said turning back to me. The look in his eyes told all the hurt he felt for me not telling him. The pain in my leg earlier didn't match to how I felt now. And I felt horrible.
I search my mind for words to say but there were none but, "Come here…please."
I could gag over how meek I sounded. But regardless, he sighs, deflating like a balloon. He walks over to my bedside and sits on the edge. As if he couldn't hold himself up anymore, he laid over me and rested his head on my stomach, wrapping his arms, gently, around my frame. I put my hands in his hair, running my fingers through it. I knew no matter what he was feeling at the time, he would calm down a little bit. For that moment, we silently agreed to drop all of it. What was done was done. There was nothing that we could do about it now. He wasn't going to stop feeling bad about it and nor was I. It was best if you just left it alone as it was.
In that moment, a thought crosses my mind making me feel worse about myself. I have to tell him about Terra and Malcolm. But I don't know how or when. But I have to tell him before he finds out for himself. On the other hand… right now may not be the best of times.
"Am I interrupting something?" I hear a voice say.
I turn my head and see Mrs. Logan standing at the doorway with smile. Gar quickly lefts up his head up from my stomach and starts wiping at his eyes.
Wait…he was crying?
"Hey Mom," Gar says, nervously.
She nods and smiles at him as she makes her way over to me, "Gar, honey, could you run down to the cafeteria and get me a coffee, please? You know how I like it. And take your time while you're at it."
Putting on a straight face, he nods at her and leaves the room, looking back at me as he walked out the door. I forgot how he used to listen to his Mom all the time.
Looking back at the woman I had considered my second mother as a child, I smile. She looked practically the same as she did all those years ago but with more grey hair and laugh lines now. Her, once, long blonde hair was cut a little above the shoulders and curled under. Her small blue eyes twinkled as she smiled her pearly white smile at me. She looked a lot taller back then. I must be taller than her now.
"Oh Raven," she says sweetly, sitting in the chair next to me, "It's been so long since I've seen you last. Oh, you look just like your mother, you know that?"
I gasp a little at the mention of her. "I bet you're a little fighter like she was."
I snort, "Some fighter she was."
"Don't you say that about your mother," she snaps, her kind demeanor fading a bit, "She fought for you, didn't she? She looked for you ferociously for days. She called the police. When they told her that there was nothing they could do, she wouldn't accept it. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep. She didn't talk to anyone. She holed herself up and got lost in trying to find you. Her reason to fight was for you and only for you. Don't you ever say otherwise."
I look down at my blanket, hating the way she was looking at me. I felt fingers lightly touch my chin, lifting my head up. "And you're just like your mother – stronger than her, in fact. You've always been a fighter."
"I don't fight that much anymore," I mumble.
"Oh yes, you do, maybe not with your fist like you did as a child but you still fight. You're here, aren't you? After everything that has happened tonight? A lot of girls don't get away from situations like yours. And here you are," she says softly, "Safe and sound."
I smile a little, still unable to say anything. She was always the woman that knew just what to say. I watch as her eyes look over me, lingering on something.
"Oh my… he gave you the penny," she murmurs, looking back up at me.
I look at her confusedly, clutching onto the penny around my neck, "Yes, Gar gave this to me when we were kids."
She smiles brightly again, "You know he got that when he first went to kindergarten, right?"
"No," I say shaking my head.
"Do you know the story behind it?"
"Yes. He's grandfather found it and met his grandmother. It was passed down to Mr. Logan and he met you…" I trailed off. I met him the first day of kindergarten and he had received the penny on that day. If the luck of the penny story was true then that meant…
"Yes Raven," she says as if she read my mind, "It's exactly what you think."
"But it can't be. It's just a penny-."
"Sometimes the simplest of things can be the most miraculous, Raven," she says, pushing my hair behind my head, "You'll see. Now keep this hush-hush for the moment."
I nod dumbly, still trying to take all of this in. Suddenly, I hear the door to my room slide open, "I'm back."
"Oh thank you Gar, sweetie," she says, taking her coffee from him.
Pulling a stuffed chicken from behind my back, I say, "I know stuffed animals aren't your thing but I wanted to get you something. So it was either this or flowers and stupid get well cards. Plus the gift shop here is really, really expensive."
I saw her smile at me as I handed her the bear, "No it's fine. I like it. Thank you."
I turn around to see Dr. Lehigh sliding at the glass door open, "Sorry to interrupt," Dr. Fischer says as he walks in, "I don't think I properly introduced myself earlier to you, Ms. Roth. I'm Dr. Lehigh, your Doctor and I'll be taking care of you. Now I have some good news. You'll be able to leave here in about three days. Which leads me to ask if you have anyone to take care of you at home?"
"She'll be staying with us," I hear my mom say, "And I won't have it any other way."
"Then, I need you to come with me," he says walking towards the door, my mother following behind him.
I look back at Raven, "I told Mom there would be no way you're going back home."
Fiddling with her stuffed chicken, she said, "You kept your promise."
"Of course," I say sitting on the edge of her bed, "Like I'd let you go back to your house on your own."
She smiles, looking down at the plush chicken in her hands, "Thank you, Gar."
I smile as I lean to kiss her forehead, "No problem, Raven."
A/N: Guess who's back? Back again? I'm back, tell a friend! Hey guys, long time since the last update I know and I'm sorry for that. College is quite hectic and I don't have the time to sit down and type this. But I'm on Summer break so I'm going to try to crank these chapters out as soon as I can. Thank you lalabubbles for being my BETA! I hope you guys like this chapter. Next chapter we're meeting all the Logan's (my favorite chapter!) so if you love the Mom and the siblings you're going to love the next one! Well that's all for now...Peace!