Authors Note : This story is fiction. Any similarities to real life or any real person is purely coincidental. I wanted to write this to raise awareness of a serious situation, often un spoken about. If you or anyone you know relates, get out! You are not alone!
'Just tell them you slipped on the stairs.' Stuart whispered as we sat in the waiting room of Accident and Emergency. I nodded, and didn't take my eyes off the floor. My arm was broken in two places, my nose was broken, meaning I would have two big black eyes in the morning and my lip was split in 3 places.
I knew it would be worse by tonight, if I told them anything but the line he fed me. We were waiting to be seen by the doctor or nurse who would set me up in plaster for my arm and tape my nose. A kind looking woman came then, and asked me to join her in her treatment room. She made Stu stay in the waiting room.
'The room is small, I will be faster if you wait here.' She smiled, Stu scowled and I followed her meekly, wondering if I would have to pay for her mistake later. She was young, I guessed maybe twenty-five, with mid-length blonde hair and a friendly face. I looked back at Stu just before I entered the small room. He was still scowling at me.
'He seems.... nice. My name's Elise, and I'm going to do your plaster cast today.' She smiled sheepishly, obviously hoping I hadn't noticed her pause before she said Stu was nice. I let her relax.
'He's just real busy, I had to call him from work to drive me here when I... when I fell.' I looked away, this time it was me hoping she hadn't noticed the pause. If she did, she didn't mention it.
As I was leaving, she handed me a card. I stopped inside the door to look at it. It was blank except for a number on one side. Elise smiled and opened the door for me.
'If you need to talk about anything,' she paused nodding towards Stu.
'Anything at all that number will reach me here.' She nodded towards a phone on her desk. I nodded, smiled and folded the card into my back pocket.
I walked back to Stu, and we set off for home. Elise was trying to do a nice thing, I knew that, but she didn't understand. He wasn't bad. Not really. Well he hadn't always been bad.
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