Chapter 8

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Harry's P.O.V.

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The sound if my little sister's scream is horrible. It echoes through my head, like someone just glued it there. In less than 2 seconds, all the boys are by my side. Niall kicks the door and it falls. What I see is my Annette with black eyes, bruised body, and pale. She's lying in a pool of blood. Jake isn't in here. Niall is in tears and I let a few fall. Zayn leaves the room because he can't take it with Annette's blood on the floor.

Annette's P.O.V.

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My sore eyes flutter open to see all the boys crying. I'm lying in a pool of my own blood and my body is bruised. "Thank God", Niall and Harry whisper under their breath at the same time. "Can you help me up?", I ask nicely. Niall comes over and gently picks me up and puts me on my bed. I hug him and he hugs me back. I lightly sob into his shoulder. "I'll go fill the tub up for you", Liam says. "Thanks", I say before he walks into the bathroom. I sniffle. Why can't they just turn me. I'd be in less pain. "Why won't you change me?", I ask. It becomes awkwardly quiet. "I wouldn't be in pain anymore.." I say.

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