When the flame goes out (A Janoskian Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

I woke up by the sound of lightning and rain crashing the sky. I checked my phone. 

2:00 am.

I threw my phone back on the bedside table and layed my head back down on my pillow. I figeted, trying to get a good position. 

When I did, I heard screaming and yelling coming from the lounge room. I slowly sat up and tried to hear what was happening. 

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" It was mums voice.

"NO, YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, BITCH!" My dad. Fuck.

There were multiple items breaking broken downstairs. Thats when I heard a huge bang and silence. Then footsteps approaching my room.

"WHERES MY SHIT DAUGHTER!?" The sound of every door except my rooms door being open made me terrified. 

My door swung open and my dad barged in. I backed up against the bed wall. My dad grabbed my hair and pulled it to the ground. I cried in pain.

My dad started punching at my curled up body on the floor. Why was he doing this?

My door, Jordan, was barking like crazy, and tried to pounce onto him. Being a tiny white pomeranian puppy, he couldn't bite through my dads wet leather jacket. "Please stop." I croaked. But he didn't. 

My dad pulled out a knife and began cutting my skin. He was cutting something like a word or picture. I screamed in pain and tried nudging away, but he grabbed me again and firmly gripped onto my arm. Blood was gushing out of it and making its way down my black singlet and short sport shorts. 

"LUKE! LUKE!" I don't know why I started calling Luke. Maye because I love him and he is the only person I am the closest to right now that can save me. Literally. His bedroom window is right next to mine. 

But he never came. Even though his light was on. My dad finally let go and threw me once more to the ground. Then he left with his car. Just like that. 

Jordan immediatley came over to me and sniffed my blood. I started dragging myself to the lounge room.

I groaned in pain as the stinging sensation started seeping into my skin. "HELP ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!" I yelled and yelled, but no one came. I was just left there to die.

My flame was weak.