Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ex Factor ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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.::Serena’s POV::.

Much to my horror, I slowly open my eyes to see that I was still on this God-forsaken planet. Hearing the heart monitor beside me, I realized that I was in a hospital as I stared blankly up at the ceiling in the dark room; I couldn’t believe it!

I openly embraced death…

And it rejected me…

Rejected me and tossed me back in this morbid cruel world…

What kind of shit is that?!

Sighing deeply, I looking down at my heavily bandaged arm emotionlessly.  I really don’t know what to feel.

I’m at rock bottom…

I’ve lost the will to live…

What the hell am I suppose to do now?

To keep on living in this façade, smiling and laughing…

Even though I feel so dead inside…

That’s no way to live.

With a bitter smile and a few tears slipping pass my eyes, I raised my good arm, pressing my fingers against my temple as I felt a headache coming on.  With a soft moan, I slowly began to sit up and reached for the controls on the side of the bed.  I pushed one of the buttons until the head of the bed raised and I was in a sitting position.

“Serena?”

I jumped startled before snapping my head towards Andrew who had been sitting in a chair up against the wall.  He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stood.  He dragged his seat across the floor and set it beside my bed and retook his seat. He took my bandaged hand in his and looked upon me with tear filled eyes.  

With a trembling hand he wiped a tear from my sickly pale face. “How are you feeling?”

With a heavy sigh, I shifted my eyes onto the bed. “To be honest…a bit drowsy.”

Andrew smiled weakly at me, now holding my bandaged hand within both of his. “You gave everyone a scare.”

I furrowed my brows. “Everyone? Who all knows about this?”

“Amy, Mina, Rei, Lita…and Darien.”  My heart constricted painfully in my chest upon the mentioning of his name and I clenched Andrew’s hand in my own.  My eyes suddenly darkened as I thought of the possibility of being pregnant.  I stared down at my belly…how could I…what if I was pregnant…what if I killed the baby.  I shook my head to clear my thoughts…now is not the time…I could…not…be pregnant.

I turned to look upon Andrew once again. “My Mom?”

The blonde haired teen shook his head. “No I haven’t told her.”

With relief flowing through me, I gave my best friend a true genuine smile. “Thanks Andy.”

Andrew returned the smile, brushing back a couple blonde locks from my eyes. “You know they’re going to find out.”

I frowned at the “they‘re” which meant Ken and Sam as well. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Sere…”

“If I go back I’ll do this again and hopefully I’ll succeed next time.” I growled darkly.

Andrew swallowed deeply, a frown of his own coming upon his face. “Don’t talk like that.”

“I speak the truth.”

“Serena…look…” started Andrew but was cut off when the room’s door was thrown open and my mother was standing in the doorway, Ken standing behind her. I really couldn’t determine the look upon my mother’s face, but I can surely tell you that I didn’t like it and a tinge of fear sparked inside of me.

Andrew jumped up from his seat as my mother stomped her way over to my bed.  Un-expectantly, her hand shot out and she violently grabbed a firm grasp around my wounded arm, causing me to cry out in pain.

“I come home to a phone call about you trying to kill yourself?!” she screamed at me as I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out again.

“Stop it! You’re hurting her!” yelled Andrew as he reached to grab my mother’s offending hand.  Though, he was stopped short when Ken grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back, shoving him up against the wall, holding him firmly but scuff of his collar.

I shifted my eyes back onto my mother as she took her hand and struck me across the face. “What is wrong with you!?” she screamed and I bit back a cry as I saw blood seeping through my bandages.

She jerked on my arm rather hard and I came over the safety bar of my bed and slammed against the cold unforgiving floor to my hands and knees.  My IV tore out of my arm and the heart monitor patch tore off my chest, causing the machine to give off an ear splitting noise. Whimpering, I tried to pull my arm from my mother as she began to drag me to the door, blood now dripping to my white hospital gown.

“You’re coming home!  I can’t believe you pulled a stunt like this!” she screamed, stopping a few feet from the door to glare down at me with a fire I’ve never seen before.

“What are you trying to do? Gain some fucking pity? Some Goddamn attention? You’re worthless and sorry!” Elaine screamed and I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down my flushed cheeks as my Mother’s verbal abuse struck me hard.

“Stop it!” screamed Andrew as he desperately attempted to fight off Ken’s hold.  “Don’t listen to her Serena! You know that’s not true.”

Elaine snapped her eyes towards the tall teen with a frown. “You shut your mouth and stop feeding her those foolish lies.  She is nothing more than a dumb broad that men will enjoy taking advantage of.”

“SHUT UP!”

Ken, Andrew and Elaine turned their heads towards me as I snatched my arm from my mother’s vice like grip and stared the woman hard in the eyes.

“I hate you.”

“E-Excuse me?” stuttered Elaine, completely taken aback by my words.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” I screamed, slowly climbing to my feet, legs trembling beneath me, my left knee throbbing painfully. I took small unsteady limping steps towards my mother as I felt rage pumping through my veins.

I was hurt…

How could my mother say that?

Is this really what she thinks of me?  

Fine…fuck her then!

“I don’t want nothing to do with you…”  Before I knew it, I felt a powerful blow across my face that nearly knocked me off my feet. Startled, I slowly turned my head to look up at the raging towering form of Ken.

“Don’t you disrespect your mother like that!” he yelled.  I clenched my jaw tightly, cradling my rapidly bruising cheek, a new degree of anger burning within me.

“Don’t disrespect her? You have some nerve talking about respect when you didn’t have respect enough to keep your hands off me.”  I smirked in satisfaction when Ken’s eyes slightly widened.

“You lying little wench!” snapped Elaine heatedly. I ignored my mother and kept on…she was going to hear what I had to say damn it!

“Oh, I guess that’s not what you’ve been telling her huh Ken? Hmm…how about all those times you would sneak into my room at night trying to get some, those times you’ve tried to steal a kiss from me when she isn’t looking…you make me sick!” I hawked and spit in his face.

The room fell so silent a pin drop would have echoed for a millennia, despite the shrieking the heart monitor made. Ken slowly wiped my spit from his face and looked at his hand in disgust before shifting his dark eyes upon me.  He suddenly grabbed me by my throat, clenching a hand into a fist and raising it above my face. I gagged as I felt my airway being closed off; I wrapped my hands around his hand that was choking me, digging my finger nails into his skin, hoping he’d release me.

“Don’t you touch her!” A blur flew past my eyes and I soon realized that Andrew had tackled my step father to the ground.

“Get off of him!” screamed Elaine as she grabbed a hold of Andrew’s leg and attempted to pull him off of her husband.  I grabbed my bed pan ready to bust some heads, though I was sadly interrupted.

“What the hell is going on in here?!”

We all froze as the lights were flicked on with me holding a bed pan over my mother’s head in mid strike, my mother in mid-pull of Andrew’s leg, and Andrew on top of Ken with his hands wrapped around the man’s throat.  I dropped the pan and turned towards the bewildered nurse standing in the doorway of my room.  Thinking quickly, tears sprung to my eyes and my bottom lip trembled.  I cradled my bloodied arm to my chest as I gave off a soft whimper.

“Those two came in here and attacked me!”

The nurse’s perplexed look turned into a scowl as she turned and looked out into the hallway. “Security!”

Like a flash, two security guards entered the room. “What’s going on in here?” questioned one of the guards, as he arched a brow in our direction.

“This patient said that these people attacked her.”

“:Not the blonde!” I added as the nurse quickly made her way towards me as she caught sight of the blood seeping through my bandages.  The Security guards snatched up my Mom and Ken and began to escort them out of the room.

“This isn’t over!” snapped my mother.

I frowned deeply. “I think it is.”  Before the woman could get another word out, the security guard pushed her out of the room.  Andrew sighed deeply, running a hand through his blonde locks and making his way over towards me.

“Are you alright?”

I winced as the nurse pulled the bandages off and I turned towards him with a small smile. “I will be.”

“Come sit on the bed child.” replied the nurse as she set the bar down on my bed and helped me take a seat.  She looked down at my swollen knee and  then raised her eyes to look upon my swollen cheek; with a ‘tsk’ she stepped away from me.

“I am going to retrieve a doctor and some ice packs. Some of your stitches reopened as well and needs to be attended too.”  After speaking those words, the nurse left the room and Andrew reached down, picking up his chair that had fallen during his rather impressive tackle and placed it up against the wall. He then made his way back towards me, taking a seat beside me.  With a small yawn, I leaned my head against his shoulder and he draped his arm around me.

“I want you to stay with me.”

My head jerked up so fast I nearly gave my self whip lash. “What?”

Andrew chuckled, pulling me close to him once more. “I don’t want you to go back to that house Serena…” he drifted off as he swallowed deeply, clutching me a bit closer to him. “I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”

I felt tears well in my eyes as I heard the real sincerity in his voice. Maybe Andy really did care about me…I hugged him tightly, breathing in his wonderful scent…that wonderful scent that reminded me of my father.

“I’ll stay with you Andy.”



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