Safely // M.C.

All I want for Christmas. (06)

-1 month later-

We all climbed aboard the train. We were on our way homes to see our parents. We all lived in the same town so, we could visit each other all the time.

Natalie sat on one side of me and then Michael on the other side. Then Calum, Ash, and Lukey sat across from us.

I had my laptop set out and my phone beside it on the table in front of us.

I checked my Twitter and then my Facebook before Michael texted me.

From Mikey: U had another nightmare last night? Wanna talk about it or nah?

Michael normally doesn't ask but I know the curiosity kills him secretly.

To Mikey: I'd rather not. But if u want too.

Michael's eyes met mine and then he shook his head. He never made me do anything that I didn't want.

The train started and I quietly watched some Netflix whilst the other slept, except for Michael who stayed awake with me.

I didn't like to sleep if I didn't have too.

We watched some scary movies until the train arrived and came to a screeching halt. The noise woke the others and they grabbed their carry on bags.

I packed up my laptop and shoved my phone in my pocket before escaping the train.

I stood and waited for the others to get off before we began walking around to the front where our parents waited.

I met my mum at her car and gave her a hug whilst she wept into my shoulder telling me how much she missed me.

The boys and Natalie all hugged their parents and then we all said our goodbyes for the night.

"Lunch tomorrow, Nando's. 12:00." Ashton said. We all greed to go and then went our separate ways.

I climbed into the car and met my little brother. He hugged me from behind the seat and said, "I've missed you Juli. So has dad." I hated my father.

"You still with that dickhead?" I spat at my mother.

"Watch you language and yes I am. Whether you lime it or not, he helps pay rent and bills. He had the money to help me and Zac." Mom said.

When I was 15, my father moved out of the house, gave my mother a near mental breakdown and started to have sex slaves that he kept hidden. Me, Mum, and Zac are the only people that know.

I think that's the reason why I hadn't lost my virginity and I'm 19.

We arrived at my home and I walked into the kitchen to meet my dad. He must've came hone to see his daughter.

"Hello, darling." He sang whilst meeting me at the door. He held out his arms for a hug, but I just walked upstairs to my old room.

It was covered in old band posters from high school, but something was missing. My drum set was gone.

I walked downstairs and found my parents on the couch.

"Where are my drums?" My father hated whee I brought up those things. Thought they were a waste of time and that I needed to spend my time on journalism.

"We sold those pieces of shit so that your lovely mum here could afford something special." My father said.

"Don't call them that. And, you sold something that meant a lot to me. Not just to pay bills or the car payment, because if that was the case, I'd be happy to give you my drums. I saved up money for three years to get those and then you sold them to get mum something special?!" Anger raged my body.

"Darling-" mom began. "Don't," I cut her off.

"You think your my father, you're nothing but a Viagroid who can't even get hard over the woman he got knocked up. Too busy having some other girl suck your old wrinkly cock. Get the fuck out of my house." I said, pointing to the door. His eyes burned red with anger. He didn't say anything, until standing up and proceeding to slap me across the face so many times that he hit my lip and busted it.

Blood threw everywhere. My mother stood and began yelling at him and pulling him off me.

"I tried to have one good damn Christmas with my family and then you go and fuck it up. Both of you, get out. GO. NOW!" My mother yelled, helping me up.

I ran upstairs, tears streaming down my face. I grabbed my suitcase and left. I walked to the end of the street before sitting on the park bench and calling Michael.

...

"Hello?" He answered. I was so happy to hear his voice.

"Hey..." I said, between tears.

"Hey, hey. Where are you? Do you want me to come get you?' He asked.

"Please." I told him my address and he came and picked me up in his Ford Fusion.

I got in and he stayed the car in place whilst looking at my bloody lip. Blood dripped down my chin from it and it hurt like hell.

He touched it and I winced.

"Just, drive me to a hotel or something. Then go back and visit your family." I said, wiping a tear away.

"You can stay at my place." He offered. I shook my head.

"I already feel horrible for making you come get me. I don't want to intrude on your family time." More tears came.

He held my chin whilst he used his thumb to wipe away a tear.

"I'm not leaving you alone. Not when you get into my car with a bruised face and a busted lip. You're coming with me. My family won't mind." He replied before stepping on the gas.