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The room was pale green and white with a mild undercurrent of antiseptic. Two beds sat either side of a central window. The hump in the other bed indicated it was occupied but Brook was too groggy to be bothered paying much attention to it.
She wished she could be comforted by all the light and cleanliness, so different from the dust loft she lived in with Judd. But she wasn’t, mostly it just made her feel out of place.
The pain killers were starting to wear off and her ears throbbed like a razor with her pulse. She instinctively went to touch them but remembered she was restrained. Instead she rolled her head on the pillow. The scratchy white gauze which circled her head was tight as a drum.
Brook had been awake for an hour or more. She’d kept quiet and still to avoid speaking to her Dad. Eventually he’d left. It was amazing he stayed as long as he did. Had to be way past whiskey o’clock on Judd’s timepiece.
It hit her again like a wave. They were gone. There was going to be a lot of shit to deal with over this but they were gone. What she had wanted desperately for the last three years had finally happened. No more Brook the freak. No more stupid Spock jokes or sneering ‘elf kid’ taunts.
Funny, instead of feeling elation there was something like loss nagging at her. It had to be the pain, the drugs, the loss of blood, she rationalized. But severing the stupid abnormalities that connected her to Judd’s madness was the only way. She should know, she’d thought about it enough.
Her father was convinced his ex-wife - wife really, they had never technically divorced - was a magical being who was awaiting the appropriate moment to return to them. Apparently on reuniting all would be perfectly forgiven and forgotten and they could play happy families again. F*#k that, Brook thought.
The longer Judd waited the drunker he got. The longer Brook waited the angrier she got. It had been 13 years…
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