A Broken Man (Part 8)

One Shot #27 (Cont.)

Moana's POV 

The next day...

  I arrive at the hospital again for ten in the morning sharp. My father ended up waking up in the middle of the night. I think it was around three. He had a nightmare, which triggered him to have an anxiety attack. While having that anxiety attack, he came up to my room and punched me right in the eye. My left eye to be exact. It's now purple and very swollen. I tried to cover it up with some foundation, but even foundation only does so much. I take a deep breath and walk into Maui's room. "Good morning Maui." He snaps out of his daze. "Good morning Mo---- what happened to you?" 

   I tense up. "It's no big deal. I should took a bad fall last night is all. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and fumbled in the dark. I tend to be very clumsy." Maui's facial expression darkens. "You can't fool me. I know exactly what happened. Your asshole of father abused you, again." I bite my lip and look down at the ground in shame. "Moana, please look at me." I refuse to meet his eyes. Instead, I gaze out the window. Tears graze the corners of my eyes, slowly falling down my face. 

   I take a deep breath and begin speaking, though I still face the window. "He did it around three am last night. He woke up due to a nightmare, which then triggered a panic attack. Somehow, he wandered up to my room. One thing led to another and he punched right in the eye. Well in my case, left in the eye. Hence, the bruising and swelling around me left eye." "Moana, can you please look at me?" I wipe away some tears and face him. He pats the spot next to him on the bed. "Sit." I do as he says. "I can't bear the thought of you staying in that broken house another night. After your shift ends, I want you to pack all of your stuff and come live at my place.Of course I won't be there for a couple weeks, but Adam will let you in and help you get settled."  I look at him in shock. "Maui, no. I don't want to be a bother." He swats my concern away. "Nonsense. You're not a bother. It's the least I can do for my maid." I wince at him calling me that. I know that's all I am to him. I barely know him. That shouldn't bother me as much as it does.

   "Are you sure Maui?" "Absolutely. Do you drive?" I nod. "You can put all your stuff in your car then. It's probably best not to tell your father though." "Yeah I think so too." I frown. "What are you thinking about Moana?" I sigh. "As horrible as my father is, he's still my father. My mother walked out on him already. If I do the same, he might harm himself." "He's not your father anymore Moana. He hasn't been since the moment your mother left. Don't feel guilty about leaving. He's harmed you mentally, physically, emotionally, and sexually. A loving father would never do that to his child. Trust me." I nod and stay silent in my current spot on the edge of the bed. As of tonight, I'll be free from that crappy excuse of a home and moving on to bigger and better things. I can't wait. 

Hoped that you guys liked this part of this one shot! :) -Mary