Mixed Fates

Chapter 18

Mia’s Pov.

One month. It has been one focking month since I came home. I am just so angry. After daddy and mommy finally saw it was me they rushed me to the hospital. The head doctor, of course came running when daddy called for her. I was put on some heavy fluids and nutrition and painkillers. Mommy needed to hold me in her arms in the bed while they put the needles up because I just could not look at them. The whole day was X-rays, MRI’s and just every single test they could do on me. The next I had an operation with almost every single doctor in the hospital switching out every hour to fix almost every single bone in my body. I just woke up one week ago.

“Her magic is making sure she is healing faster than a human, but she is not healing nowhere near as fast as we would so you have to give her time.”

The doctor said to my parents while I was still lying in the hospital bed with so many stitches and tubes in me that I could not even count them.

I got out of the hospital yesterday and I am in my bed in my room in the main house. Both my parents slept with me last night. I was firmly in daddy’s arms while mommy held me from behind. I woke up two times because of nightmares but after the later one, daddy mindlinked the doctor and she gave me sedatives to make me sleep for the rest of the night. I feel like I am five again when mommy found me in the forest. I don't remember it so good but I remember feeling safe with them and them giving me a few bubble baths.

“I am going to get you something to eat” mommy says while I am just lying on daddy’s chest while he is working on his phone.

She crawls on her ass to the end of the bed and stands up. She looks at us and I just can see the love in her eyes. She is seeing me again.

“Feeling more like porridge or banana smoothie?”

I just stare at her, my brain is just not taking in what she is asking me. She is asking me about food I understand but I am supposed to eat it? When was the last time I ate something real that did not taste like dirt?

“Both! Great!” mommy says while walking out of bed.

I just move my eyes back to the bathroom door that I have been staring at since I wake up. I don't know why I am clinging so much to daddy but I just feel so safe with his heat and his big body. My daddy is strong and well respected, no one will try to go against him and be mean to me while I have him in my corner.

I am scared someone will be mean to me? Because it will hurt my feelings? Or because I will kill them?

“Want me to turn on the tv?”

I move my eyes and look up at him but he is not looking at me, he is still looking at the email on his phone. I just shake my head.

“I know this is a hard time for you kiddo but just know, no one will dare to hurt you here, you are my daughter just as much as Bunny and you will receive the same respect just like before” he moves his eyes to me.

“I am not like before daddy” I say with a raspy voice.

“And that is okey, you are still my daughter and will always be”

“I did horrible things”

“I have too”

“They did horrible things to me”

I see his eyes shift a little and his whole body shakes from the growl.

“When you are ready I am at your side should you want to seek revenge. Just say the word and we will go and kill them”

Silence while the air around us starts to get a little hotter from both his body and my magic.

“I did kill some of them” I confess.

His eyes do not soften but I can see pride and satisfaction sneak their way in there.

“And should you want to go and find the rest to finish the job, you know I am here for you”

The understanding I feel from him is making my insides ease and calm down a little. I feel so powerless and vulnerable that feeling the power and authority that my daddy has to help me makes me feel just a tiny bit better.

“Thank you Daddy but I need mommy now”

A tiny flicker of concern comes into his face, his hard angry looking and unmoving face.

“Why? Need more painkillers?”

“No I need the bathroom”

He moves out of the bed and then leans over to pick me up bridal style.

“Wow! Wow! No daddy! Mommy is coming! Stop!”

He does not listen to me, he just keeps lifting me up. I can’t do anything about it except for blush like crazy.

“You are my daughter! I have given you a million baths and you even peed on me one time when I was holding you sleeping home from a concert!”

“Yeah when I was a baby”

We walk into the bathroom and he puts me down very carefully. He holds me with his palms in my armpits. I move my hands to my sleeping pants and underwear, pulling them down and slowly lowering (with his help) to the toilet.

“You will always be my baby”

He leans against the sink folding his arms on his bare chest.

“Yeah well I can’t pee with my father staring at me, please wait outside.”

He looks at me unsure but I have rails on both sides of the toilet to hold me and I am sitting good considering I have about 30 screws in my hips, thighs, knees and ankle. He finally nods his head walking out of the bathroom.

“I am leaving the door open though”

I smile and shake my head but that just makes my neck hurt. I am so drugged up that I feel very light in my mood but I just know that if I let myself really think then I will not come back. There is this black hole in my mind but I just can’t be sucked in. I need to move on, I need to heal and fast so I can go and find the rest of them. There are still some out there and until I know they are dead I will not move on from my life. I finish my business and clean myself. I stand up so I can pull up my pants, it works with some kinks but works. I open my mouth to call for daddy to come back but my eyes catch a glimpse in the huge mirror that covers the whole wall above the sink next to me.

I have black hair patches over my almost bald head. My hair is not growing out right or even. I have a scar from my right cheek down to my neck and another from my left eyebrow up and into my hairline. My cheekbones are very visible and one has a little dipit in it. My nose is small, my lips are small and almost white but my eyes. My eyes are white. I hate this eye color. I have when I was 15 they came in.

I hid the the best I could with magic so I can go back to my light blue eyes but sometimes my magic would slip in the mornings and I would meet them when I was brushing my teeth. I hate them. I feel the warm tears start to fill my eyes.

I hate looking like this.

I force my eyes to look down my body and I suck in air.

Tears falling now unstoppable.

My while body is in scares, burns and stitches. I am wearing a tank top and pajama pants but I can see the long cut the doctors had to make down both my arms. Then I see the cuts on each of my fingers from my wrist. Then I see the beginning of the cut that goes from under both of my collarbones and then moves over my chest down to my stomach.

I am so ugly.

I am hideous.

I am a disaster.

I am disfigured.

Without even noticing them both mommy and daddy move into the bathroom and come to either side of me. Mommy’s hands go around my middle and her head goes on my should without putting any weight on me. Daddy’s hands go around my shoulders grabbing mommy on my other side not pulling but just making a cage around us. The railing is between us so they are not completely cover me but close enough.

“You are recovering”

“You are still beautiful”

“You are so strong”

“You are safe”

“You will get through this”

“We are never leaving you”

“We love you so much”

The tears don't stop falling so after a little while daddy picks me up again and we three go into bed and my parents hold me.