Bullied by The Pack //Bajancanadian

Chapter 6- fights

Chelsea's pov
Oh no... Its the pack !!

I need to hide but Tabby's down there and I cant leave her to be beaten. To my luck I catch a glimpse of her sprinting upstairs whilst Mitch shoos us into some hiding spots. We are both separated and fearing for our health. We could be in here for a long time. 

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After What seems like forever the cupboard doors open and Mitch crawls inside with me and tells me that we need to talk. I become curious of what he wants to say. I still feel awkward after what happened at school today. Anyone in my position would. 

He shines a flashlight and stares at me in horror. I feel my face and notice that I had been crying and realise why he is looking at me in horror. My foundation washed off putting all of my bruises and scars on show. 

"Who did this" He said angrily as if he was gonna murder my dad. He did things too though Mr NotSoInnocent but unlike my father he is willing to make a mence, he seems he will.

"Preston." I said. He wasn't believing it. Damn.

"We are alone you can tell me the truth. I know what I did and technically still do but you can trust me here." He said softly. I couldn't hold it in.

"My father does it" I said looking down. Soon enough rage built inside as he stormed out of the house in the direction of mine leaving me in this cupboard.

I get up and run put of the house but the door is shut before I could slip through it. I look behind me to see a very creepy looking Preston holding Tabby by the neck. My rage builds up inside me as he strangles her as she almost falls unconscious. How did he find her? She ran after me.

Without thinking I punch preston in the face and gave Tabby some water before she goes unconscious. Preston is knocked out but another member of the pack charges at me knocking me out. I couldn't see the face but a blur would describe them.

Mitch's pov

I storm out and make my way to chelsea's house where I see a very drunk man claiming to be her father.

He asked me what I wanted and I told him I was her friend. He let me in. As I heard the door swing shut I knew it was my time to strike. I repeatedly punched him in the face where he soon fell unconscious. I'm more than mad. I got up off of the floor and whisper "I love the daughter that you find okay to abuse." With that, I left back to the house remembering something and filling up with regret of coming here.