I looked down at my arm. It had been slashed open, and blood trickled from it. Nell stood behind me, his expression malicious as he swung a blade around.
“You’re trying to kick us out, you evil woman! Go to hell, you bitch!” He slashed the blade in my direction again.
I shoved him to the floor in defense. Shawn ran over to help him up. Then, he roared at me, Have you lost your mind, Jolene? How could you attack a child? What does he know when he’s so young?”
I kicked all three of them out of the apartment, ignoring my wounds for the time being. Shawn and Jill didn’t argue with me because they were worried about Neil. They took him to the hospital.
I didn’t know how long had passed before I headed to the hospital. The doctor told me off for not caring about myself when she saw that my wounds were no longer bleeding. She couldn’t understand why I’d taken so long to seek medical help.
As I left the hospital, I ran into Shawn and Jill. She held Neil in her arms. Shawn’s gaze landed on my bandages. A trace of panic flitted across his face, and he parted his lips to ask me how I was doing.
Just then, Jill suddenly said, “You and Jolene should talk things out, Shawnie. I’ll head to your place tomorrow to move my things out. I can care for Neil alone; I shouldn’t disrupt your lives anymore.”
After that, she turned to leave. Neil had been fast asleep, but he suddenly opened his eyes and started crying. He wailed and asked for his father
