Fragile

Chapter 1

Lauren's POV

A loud knock on the door wakes me up. I glance at the broken clock on the wall and it's five in the morning. Eugh.

I ignore it and turn over but it keeps getting louder. As it starts to die down I close my eyes but with a loud cracking sound my door falls down.

It takes a while for my eyes to adjust but when they do I can see perfectly clearly who's standing at the rubble and broken hinges of my doorway. My heart stops and I begin to panic.

It's my father.. My mother's ex, our abuser and the drunken demon I've feared my entire life and I still do. I remember the night 'it' happened. It was thirteen years ago and I was five. It would be two in the morning and mother and I would hide from the drunk man stumbling through the door.

He would find us and would demand more alcohol. My mother couldn't say no, the consequences of that were unknown and we hoped for it to stay that way.

*Flashback*
*"Come on Lauren, get up! Daddy's coming home soon. We have to go!" Mummy cries.
I get up and I follow her out the door and into the garden. We go in this secret door that only me and my mum know about. We hear him open the front door and we quickly run down the stairs inside the secret door.
...
Hours pass and I feel sleepy and I drift off to sleep but I'm woken up by screaming. I open my eyes as quick as I can and I see Daddy on top of Mummy with a broken glass bottle in his hand.
"No! Please stop! Get off me!" Mummy cries.
"All I want is one bloody drink Kayleigh, that's all!" Daddy shouts.
"You're drunk James and you know it, alcohol is no good for you! It goes straight to your head and you become a danger to-" before she can finish he plunges the bottle into mummy's tummy. She screams in pain and blood pours out. Daddy runs off and I rush to mummy.
"Wake up mum, please!" I cry. I find a box of plasters on the small table in the corner and try to fix her. It's no use. I run back to the house and hide.*
*End of flashback*

That's all I've done since she died. Hide from the world. Hiding because of the fears and shadows created by the demon now in front of me.

Before I know it he's dragging me outside. My first instinct is to scream but as I do so he firmly covers my mouth with his big hand.
"Shut up Lauren, don't want to die like your mother do you?" He smirks and picks up a broken bottle.
I nervously shake my head and he laughs.

He leads me to a blacked out van with two other men and a boy about my age. Maybe twenty, twenty one?

His hair was brown and curly and his eyes were emerald green and deep. I looked into them and felt as if my soul was is being chipped away bit by bit.

He got inside the van and my father and the men tied me up and put me in the boot. With slams of doors shutting, we zoom off...

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