I was the first to wake up. There are no windows in the screen room. It is kind of in the basement so i guess there's a good reason for that. I check my phone to see what time it is, eight oh nine. James wakes up and I look at him and smile. He gives me a kiss and i start to think. I think i could get used to this. We look through my phone and no one else is awake. I hear foot steps, I think its mom, so I just keep messing around on Facebook. James is asleep again and the door opens. I was not expecting to see this.
It was Liam. I haven't seen Liam in about a week. He looked pissed. He got up in my face, grabbed my shirt and drug me up the steps. I dropped my phone when he grabbed me, it's still sitting on the couch by James. Liam throws me on the floor as soon as we get upstairs. He slams the door and I'd be surprised if anyone was still asleep. He is really close to my face, he's breathing heavy and i can smell the alcohol on his breath. I'm not even sure why he's mad, but he's obviously going to take it out on me.
I close my eyes and prepare myself for the blow that I know I'm about to get. I don't even feel it at first, then it hits me like a bus. My head is pounding and I get dizzy.
"You worthless, piece of shit!" He yells in my face. It smells like a Patron on his breath.
He hits me again, this time on my side. It's horrible, I can already feel it bruising. He's really drunk, this happens a lot. I've learned that the quieter I am, the quicker it ends. He grabs the beer bottle on the dinner table and I know it's going to hurt, like hell. I try to sit up and avoid what's about to happen, but I'm not quick enough. It's like slow motion. I see his arm come down and the glass shatters. It's beautiful, it shines off the morning light and makes a mini light show. I fall back down and grab my head. It's pounding, it feels like my heart is in my head. By this point, everything is blurry, but that's from the tears streaming down my face.
I take my hand away from my head and try to wipe the tears. I can smell the blood on my hand when I wipe the tears away. Liam grabs me by my forearms and lifts me up. I try to stand but I can't. My knee's buckle and I fall to the floor again. I'm so light-headed, but I try to stand again. With Liam's "help" I finally do. He drags me into the kitchen and throws me to the floor. My body already aches from his blows earlier, so when he throws met the floor, everything feels ten times as bad as it should.
"Stop it!" I can't tell who it is yelling at Liam, but they sound pissed.
"Little bitch..." I hear Liam say, and I try to stand up.
It takes me three attempts to stand without falling. When I can finally see without blurry vision, I can see Dani on the floor. I run over to her and right before Liam throws whatever is in his hand at her, I'm on top of her. I'm her human shield, and it hurts like hell, but I'd do anything for her.
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Next thing I know, someone is picking me up and carrying me. I can hear tons of feet shuffling around behind us and the door opening. The cold morning air hits me and it stings. That's the first time I notice that the open cut on my face. I thought it was just going to be bruised. I open my eyes and finally see who's carrying me. James, James was carrying me. I smile, and he looks so sad.
"Hi beautiful..." He says, he sounds like he's in so much pain.
"You're such a liar." I smile as I say this.
"Nope, I just speak the truth!" He replies.
I look to my right and Colt is opening the back door to my Jeep. James puts me in the back and gets in with me. Dani is in the front seat, I can't see her, but I know tears are running down her face. I lay my head on James's lap and he puts his arm around my stomach, to keep me from falling off the seat. My feat are on Chloe's lap and she's holding back tears as she grabs my hand. I squeeze it and she lets loose. The tears are falling down her cheeks. She knew what Liam did, she's just never seen it happen. Colt is driving and I'm guessing that Christina and Korbin are taking the Camero. I'm not sure where we're going, but I guess I'll find out when we get there. I'm really tired, I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I fall asleep and I don't know how long it takes me to wake back up.
"If anyone asks, I fell off the hay loft, in the barn..." Those are the last words I say before falling asleep.
