A New Change - A Bodil40 and Friends Fan Fiction

Busted!

KY'S POV 

I place the revision guides on the desk in my room, open on pages about compounds and sat in the chiar. That way if anyone came in I can 'revise'. Stuart was going to get it, I couldn't let Dad do that to both him and myself. I know it sounds selfish, maybe leaning towards me wanting to have my dad all to myself and that is a small part of it. But of all people, I wasn't going to let Dad be with someone who will potentially harm me behind his back. 

I played some music through headphones on my phone, browsing some random apps I have installed and playing the ocassional level of Angry Birds. It was one of those moments where you do nothing so you do the most boring things to keep occupied. Dad would be back soon and I would tell him what was going on. Stuart has to go and he has to go soon.

Just as I was giving up on Angry Birds, my phone vibrated. Pulling down my notifications bar, I see it was a text.

Hey babe Martin sent me.
Hey I replied back.
You able to come outside and chill with me?
No. Stuart's in and he won't let me out :(
Why not? You been a naughty girl? ;)
No! XD but he's strict and doesn't let me outside. Long story.
That sucks
I know right...
Well Ghost was telling me about Tom. He's such a douche.
Yeah. I just ignore him.
Wish I was there to watch you beat him up
It was something!

I smiled as we texted for another five minutes. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and shut. This was it.

I have to go babe
Why? :(
I have to do something very important. I'll text you later

I got a goodbye from martin and rushed down the stairs. Dad was talking to Stuart as I walked into the kitchen.

'Hey Ky.' Dad greeted me.

'Hey dad. Can I talk to you for a minute?' I asked, Stuart realising what I was doing.

'Sure.' Dad agreed and we went into my room. 'What's wrong?'

'You know Stuart?'

'Yeah...'

'He's being a real jerk to me, telling me that I have to go to my room, that I'm worthless and other verbal abuse.' I explained, dad confused and didnt really understand what I was saying.

'What?' Dad said, looking at me in disbelief.

'I have proof!' I pulled out my phone, playing the recording to him.

Dad was shocked to hear what he was doing. He looked shattered and that hurt me, but I couldn't keep it going. It would break us apart. It would lead to someone being hurt. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

'I am so sorry Ky. I had no idea what he was doing. I'm sorry I was leaving you behind.' He said, giving me a hug.

'Its not your fault. I didn't want someone to get hurt because of him.' I said.

'Let me go talk to him.' Dad had a very serious expression on his face as he left. He told me to stay in my room.

There was talking downstairs which esculated to shouting. I began to get worried, Dad might get hurt. I ran down the stairs and saw dad and Stuart fighting in the kitchen. They were shouting and Stuart looked ready to hurt Dad. Sprinting into the kitchen, Stuart turned to me.

'Ky. Go back upstairs, he'll hurt you!' Dad said urgently.

'Leave dad alone Stuart. I'll call 911!' I threatened.

'I supposed a blind bitch is going to stop me!' He poked, trying to rile me up.

'Stuart, leave my daughter out of this! This is between you and me.' Dad said, capturing Stuarts attention again.

Stuart began shouting at dad and began to raise his fist, ready to punch him. Gasping, I ran of front of him and put my arms out. Realising what a mistake I made, I saw the fist flying towards my face. Scrunching my eyes shut, his knuckles grinded along the length of my face like chalk on a chalkboard. Pain flooded me, I shouted when I heard a crack and blood ran down my face. I screamed and fell forwards trying to catch onto the table to steady myself but landed straight on the stone floor. My head ached and the floor started going red around my mouth. My eyes felt swollen, my head like it was being squeezed. I heard ringing, a high pitched monotonic ringing. Every time I looked at something, a trail followed it. I saw dad grabbing Stuart and throwing him out the house, slamming the door behind him as he ran to me.

'Ky? Ky!' His voice echoed before I blacked out

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I woke up with a start. There was bright lights everywhere and a small him of commotion. I guessed by the smell I was in a hospital and I was right. Martin and Simon were sat around my bed.

'Hey.' I said quietly because my throat was sore.

'Ky!' Simon exclaimed.

'Oh my god you woke up.' Margin said, breathing a sigh of relief.

'Where's dad?' I asked slowly sliding myself up.

And at that moment, my dad appeared in the ward and sat on the other side of the bed.

'Are you alright?' I asked and he nodded.

'Stuart's gone. He's out of our lives.' He assured me and I nodded.

'What happened?' I asked.

'You took a punch from Stuart. He split your lip badly, gave you a black eye and fractured a part of your face here.' He pointed to the part of his face under his eye. 'You broke your nose too. Didn't help that you fell on the stone floor.' He said.

My face felt swollen and disfigured. I could feel the scab and the metallic blood in my mouth, there were plasters on my face and tape was stuck on.

'Do I look that bad?' I smiled, but stopped at it was painful.

'Given your injuries, not bad at all.' Simon smiled.

'Still beautiful.' Martin smiled.

'There's still hope of my modeling career yet!' I joked.

Later that day I was allowed home. I was given a bag of bangades and medicine to help with my injuries. Martin told me how the others came and left just before I woke up. Then dad said that they could all come over for dinner and sleep over. We have more than enough room!

Eating pizza in the cinema room, we were watching Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring whilst we were all chilling on the large sofa. Bashur was sat next to Ghost on the smaller sofa. Double sat on the singular chair, clutching a pillow as he always does. Baki kept moving from the floor to the beanbag in between the two sofas. Simon was sat on a sofa with me and martin. I was resting my head on a pillow on Martins chest. We managed to get through the second film before we fell asleep.