Emotions

It's been 2 days now since my first fight. I felt like I had been ran over by a truck! Regardless of how I felt, I needed to go see my father. I walked to the bathroom, quickly showered and left. I dont want to sound dramatic, but even breathing was painful. As I walked into the doors of the hospital, I was quickly stopped by the doctor. " Hey! in my office now!", he said. I walked into office with no emotion and sat down. "First of all, what happened to your body?" he asked, " dont worry about it", I emotionlessly answered. "You are behind on your payment. We cant continue to keep your father when we are not sure when the money will come. We are afraid we have to let him go home. Your fathers conditionhas deteriorated. He is not even eating". I could feel myself fading with each world I heard this man say. I shot up from the chair and quickly spoke. " can I please just have 1 more week! I more week is all I ask I promise I'll get the money! I swear it, I sadly spoke. with that, I left the office and went to my fathers room. "Papa, can you hear me. I'm here". As soon as he saw my face, he shed a tear . The markings on my face were too familiar. He knew the bruises very well. what happened next was something I thought I'd never experience again!