Shattered

Chapter 33

Disclaimer: I am in no way a medical professional nor am I a therapist. Any medical information in this book is entirely from my imagination and/or from things I have read.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling the same as yesterday.

Tired and in pain.

I slowly got up and took a cold shower, making sure not to get the stitches wet, before changing into a hoodie and leggings, washing my face, and brushing my teeth.

Once I was all ready, I slowly made my way downstairs, hoping nobody was down there.

I went to the kitchen like normal, seeing dad at the counter, drinking coffee.

"Good morning." He said with his signature flat tone.

"Hi." I mumbled, sitting on one of the ridiculously tall bar stools that were in front of the ridiculously tall island.

He looked at me with his cold eyes for a few seconds, not saying anything.

"Why are you up so early?" He questioned.

I shrugged lightly, not in the mood to be interrogated.

"You shouldn't be up this early," He stated, fixing his tie, "You need rest."

"I'm ok, thank you." I mumbled, giving him a small fake smile.

"Adeline, you were shot less than 48 hours ago." He said.

"Please don't remind me." I mumbled again, looking at my right forearm that was covered with the sleeve of my hoodie.

"You are still recovering, and I don't want you up and moving around too much," He said, keeping his normal blunt tone, but I knew he was concerned, "We don't want a repeat on last night, do we?"

"I won't use my arm-" "We both know that isn't going to work for you." He said.

For a man that isn't home very much, he sure does know what his children are like.

"If you do not do as I say, Hunter can give you a sling that will prohibit you from using that arm completely," Dad said, "I know you don't like it, but that is the only way your arm will heal."

There was no arguing with that.

As soon as he left for work, I did as he said, and I went back to my room.

He didn't say anything about the therapy appointment, but I was sure Hunter had told him.

I stayed in my room for a while, getting more and more restless the longer I was in there.

After a while, I started pacing around, trying to think of something that would keep me occupied.

Then I remember the Rubix Cube Jack gave me.

It was the gift he gave me on my 10th birthday.

I quickly grabbed it and started scrambling the colors.

There was a pattern to figuring it out, and I had mastered it by now.

After you figure it out, it's relatively simple.

So, I did that for a while, pacing around my bedroom and playing with the Rubix Cube, continuously scrabbling and unscrambling the colors.

"Adeline," A voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts, "Are you ok?"