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The past

Danielle's Pov

"Danielle?"  Sammy asked as we laid soundlessly in the closet with John.

"Yeah Sams"

"Does Daddy love us?" ...I couldnt answer. Dad did. But he didnt know. The monster tearing through my kitchen was all he ever knew. He never knew the hero I did. Proud soft brown eyes. The structure of a rock, but the heart of the gentle river that lay beneath it. Sams glare broke my thoughts, he took his tiny thumb and wiped away at a tear that stains my soft face.

"Of course. Dont worry." I lied. He looked at me and smiled it killed me. It killed my heart the way he trusted-but I let him believe. There was a loud crack from downstairs then a scream. John huddles us in closer to another, until I could feel both of their warm breathe down my spine. I gave Sams hand a soft squeeze, secretly clutching at Johns hand behind my back. He couldnt know the truth. He couldnt know we were both terrified.

Isabella's Pov

I woke up the sun creeping into the closed blinds in Danielle's house.

"Danielle." I called shaking her, she didnt get up. She screamed and yelped in her sleep. Sweat poured down her face. "DANIELLE" I screamed shaking her again. My heart pounded a soft rhythm in my ears, louder, louder. I didnt grab anything. I ran out of the house and straight to Harrys. "HARRY LISTEN TO ME GO TO DANIELLE'S HOUSE. SOMETHING IS WRONG IM GETTING HELP" I took off down the asphalt. Wind whipped at my face, and tangled my dark brown hair. My feet were burning, my nose froze up until I reached the door. I skidded into the white doorway. "I NEED A PARAMEDIC RIGHT NOW ITS MY FRIEND"

"Miss. Im going to have to ask you to sit down and wait your turn." a lady said behind the desk, in a hushed rehearsed voice.

"NO I CANT SHES IN TROUBLE PLEASE" I said my cheeks were wet, until I was told to hop in the back of an ambulance and directed them back towards Danielle's house.

Danielle's Pov

Glass shattering. John's face in mine. Then darkness....my eyes flashed open and I ran for the door. There he was, my "brother". No brother, Sammy being pulled away sobbing screaming my name. The cop sat him in the back, step-dad, well his dad, squished into the cop car. How could he? John didnt tell me. He didnt tell me they would take him too. My heart pounded in my ears. The engine started, slowly flickering on, blowing up a mist of smoke. My feet started but my arms were flung back.

"JOHN NO I CANT LET HIM GO" I kicked and yelped in his grip.

"Shh Danielle its ok" he said the car pulled away.

"SAMMYYY" I wailed, the car kicked up dust as it zoomed away, then John dropped my hands. He couldnt look at me. His eyes filled with regret. I crumbled like a coat onto the ground. Tears ripped through me. Screams, like I was howling in pain. I picked up my feet off the ground and took off running down the block. The front door swung open, John ran after me. The houses in the neighborhood belched out people. The world was one big blur, I kept running. I ran and ran and ran until I couldnt feel my feet anymore, John hot on my trail. BEEEEEP! Tires screeched. Darkness.

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Steady beeps poured out from the white room. My head pounded. My eyes slipped closed again. Drifting. drifting. Then a scream-John. My eyes shot open.

"I NEED TO SEE HER" he was furious. The door swung open then there he was, my big brother. My big, strong, brother- a puddle of tears. He gripped around my waist then suddenly, a wave of pain ripped through me. I struggled to tilt my head down, and when I did my stomach was wrapped in cloth-blood. I squeezed my eyes shut, I didnt want to see. I hope I would die. Right there. I dont want to see. I dont want to see a world without Sams.

My head jerked up, a nervous harry sitting by my head. I screamed, hiding my face, the tears wouldnt stop.

"Dani-" I cut him off. I stared at him dead in the eye.

"Harry lift up my shirt right now"

"Wha-"

"Do it." I said quickly, he did. Then there it was. A band of faint scars all across my stomach. He looked at me nervously, I grabbed his hand in my mine, shaking. he didnt dare to say a word, he took his finger and traced them against the scar, and then he knew. He knew my secret. He knew I was the girl that got hit by a car. He knew I was the girl abused, I was the girl without a dad, I was the girl whose step brother got taken away from her. Harry took his hand and tilted up my chin.

"Why?"

"I couldnt harry"

"Why didnt you tell me?"

"I couldnt"

" Well MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE! I WOULDVE-" he stopped him self and fought off a wave of sobs. I pulled him into my arms. Suddenly I was small again. I was a tiny little girl scared to death, hiding from the world in a pair of strong arms- and the pain went away.