Taking 10: A Boys of Tommen Fanfic

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Ella:
As I walk through the door I am greeted with a very angry looking Ciaran.
"Where have you been!" He shouts into my face, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I was so taken aback from his out burst I stumbled into the wall- I haven't talked to him in days.

"I... my friend was in th-" I was cut off by his hand slamming into the wall.
"Do you know how much I do for you?! I'm stuck with you, you little piece of shit who can't even bother to be home for your brother who is the only one taking care of you!"

He stalks towards me as I back up into the wall.
Before I can defend myself his fist is shooting out into my stomach, making me lurch over and fall onto the ground as he kicks me once more into the stomach. No. Not again. The first time was an accident. He's not an angry guy. I'm overreacting. It's fine. He's your brother. He's grieving. He doesn't mean it... right?

"Fucking girl" he snarls down at me before he spits at me and walks away out the door most likely in the direction of the pub.

I haul myself up to my room where I pull my top up to see bruising already forming.
I think I'm going to be sick.
The pain in my stomach is enough to make it feel like I'm going to pass out.

I stumble into the bathroom grabbing my water bottle from my school bag along the way as tears stream down my face after what just happened.

I can't let this become a habit.
I want my old life back.
I want my mom back.
I miss my mommy.
Dropping to the floor I clutch the doorframe of the bathroom as sobs rack through my body.

Get yourself together.
Compared to what Tadhg and his family went through this is practically nothing.
Except it's not nothing.
It's my life.
And I don't feel like living it anymore.
I don't want this to happen again.
I can't let it happen again.
But if I try and stop it, what happens to me?

What? I go into foster care? Not a chance.
It's not that bad right?

I fill my bottle and take deep sips while swallowing downs some ibuprofen.
Splashing some water on my face I try to regain some composure.

Breathe.
In 2 3 4... out 2 3 4...
My mom taught me that. To breathe. To calm myself.

None of this would've ever happened if she had been here. And that's why I swear I'll never drink a sip of alcohol in my life. If drinking makes you stupid enough to get in your car and crash into a mother of two, then no one should be doing it, and I definitely won't be.