MONDAY

The sun is just about to come out. I realized I could not get up to go to the bathroom. I tried but fell over on my dresser. I cried out again and my mom woke up and helped me get up and hop to the bathroom. She left me there for a while then came back and said, "I hope you’re done now!" "Yes I am!" I spoke in a sassy voice. She roughly helped me up and took me to my bedroom. She went to the kitchen and made coffee. She cooked me some breakfast and brought it to my bed. She knelt down to me and looked me right in the eyes and said, "Victoria, If your leg doesn't get better, I will take you to the doctor’s office." I didn't say anything. I knew she was lying. I knew she couldn't be telling the truth. I hated her. She let me lay there all night in pain.

It's now Monday night and I still can't walk. My left ankle is the size of my thigh and no one cared. My mom came into my room and told me she had to go out. She left me alone laying there. I lay in agony and watched television. For hours I lay there with nothing to eat and no way to go to the bathroom. My mom did not come back that night.

Tuesday

She returned early on Tuesday morning. When she returned she had a man with her. I was really angry and said, "Take me to the bathroom!" She helped me out of bed and sat me on the toilet. She coached me to get up and try to walk. "Come on Vicky, try! Try to walk!" The man that was with her was astounded by what he heard and walked closer to see. Shocked at what he saw, he asked her, "What the hell is going on! You should take her to a doctor or hospital." She was mad about him feeling bad for me. She told him to go shouting, "Get OUT! You don't know shit!” The guy immediately walked out the front door slamming it behind him. The rest of the day was pure pain and crying. My mom and Darlene watched TV and ignored my cries for help. I heard them opening beer cans, one after another as I listened in horror. My Mom drank all night and only took me to the bathroom once. I still had a fever. I finally fell asleep at 12:00am.

Wednesday

The phone rang and woke me up. It was my friend Rachel. She asked me if I was ok. She told me she heard that I was in an accident. I told her all about it. I told her that I still had not been seen by a doctor. She told her father and he drove over right away. He knocked on the door and greeted my mom. He had crutches and told her that I could use them if I needed to. She took them over to me where I was lying on the bed. Rachel's father could hardly believe it when He saw how large my left leg was. He asked her some questions, but she told him I was fine and not to worry. I tried to beg him but she pushed him out of my room. She told him that I always act like this when I get hurt. So he left and my Mom told me to use the crutches now, so she wouldn't have to walk me to the bathroom.

Thursday

My fever had lowered and I tolerated the pain more. I used my borrowed crutches now to go to the bathroom on my own. I have not showered since Sunday morning. I was stinky and needed to bathe. I started the bath water and tried to get in. I must have tried for about 30 minutes before actually being able to get myself into the tub with a big splash. I soaked for a long time and let out the water. I couldn't get out of the bathtub. I found myself stuck and unable to lift myself. I cried out for help, but no one was home. My Mom had not yet come home from the night before. I swear at this point I was beginning to break down emotionally and spiritually. I mean "really break down!" I lay in the empty bathtub for an hour, my mom finally strolled in. She heard my screams and ran to the bathroom. She laughed and helped me up. "I hate this woman. I don't care if she is my mom", my thoughts were uncontrolled and dark.

Good Friday

Friday came and my Grandmother called. She was disappointed that my Mother and I did not come over for dinner. I told her I hurt my leg and could barely move. Her voice filled with worry, "Put your Mother on the phone!" I yelled out to my Mom. She came to the bedroom and gave me an evil eye as she took the phone from my hands. She left the room so I could not hear what they talked about. After the phone call she came back to the room and told me that we would go to grandma's house for Easter Sunday. I was so happy. I thought once she sees me, I will be saved. I would finally be given medical attention. My grandma was a tough Texan woman with a quick temper. I even imagined her kicking my mother's ass.

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