help //m.c.\\

chapter seven

    We arrived at my house and all of the boys said goodbye before I got out. I walked up to my door and just stood there.

"My death has been planned." I whisper to myself before walking in. The door is always unlocked due to the fact that my dad could kick anyone's ass if they walked in. It's silent. What the hell? Usually he has the TV on and he is screaming at it because he's drunk. I walk into my room and fall on the bed. What day is it? I can't remember. I pick up my phone and scroll through Instagram and come across Michael's page. He has a couple pictures of him and the boys, but most of them are selfies. There is this really fetus picture and he is so freaking adorable in it. I follow him and try to find the rest of the boys' Instagram pages. I stay on Michael's page for a little while and this boy is fucking attractive. I just met him like three days ago and I already fucking like him. Stupid fucking hormones. I turn off my phone and lay it down beside me.

"I need a life." I say as I look up at the ceiling. Fuck I'm hungry. I get up and walk over to my hidden stash of money and take about fifty bucks (cause I'll probably spend that much on food, I'm fat as fuuuck). Shit I need to shower. I probably smell like shit and look like shit.

After I'm showered and dressed, I do my makeup and try to cover up the bruises that were still there. I hear the door slam shut. Goddamnit. I was hoping he wouldn't be here until later on tonight. I finish up my makeup and try to sneak past my dad, but of course he is waiting for me right in front of my door.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He spits at me.

"I was being a kid for once." I snap back.

"Why didn't you come home last night? Are you planning on running away? Because if you do, I have people you can track you down and bring your selfish little ass right back to me." He shoved me into a wall and knocked over a picture of my mom and I.

"Why are you always so pissy? I mean goddamn..."

"Bitch?" He slapped me across the face and punched me in the stomach.
"Maybe because I have to take care of a shit daughter like you."

"You don't take care of me. I fucking fend for myself. You don't buy me food, clothes, or fucking pads for Gods sake!" I scream at him.

"You're sixteen! I shouldn't have to buy stuff for you!"

"What about when I was eight, you fag? I walked everywhere. I have taken care of myself since mom has died. If you think you are taking care of me and helping me 'prepare for when I'm older' you're fucking doing it wrong!"

"You're fucking stupid." He looks away and laughs.

"Go to hell." After I say that he rips my hair and throws me to the ground and begins to punch me repeatedly in the face. He continues for about twenty seconds until I was starting to be surrounded in a pool of blood. I was left there for a little while. I couldn't think straight and everything was spinning and starting to go black.

"Teegan? Teegan! Fuck are you okay?!" That was all I heard before I passed out.

I woke up in a hospital with four boys sitting in my room staring right at me. I fucking hate hospitals. Why did they bring me here? I could've fixed myself up. I would've been fine.

"Why the fuck am I here?" My head is fucking pounding. I groan in pain as I feel my face throbbing.

"Because we found you almost dead lying in a pool of blood." Luke says as he gets up to sit on the bed beside me.

"You came into my house?"

"We saw your dad walk out with bloody fists and we thought that he murdered you." I giggled quietly.

"I would've been fine if you left me there. I can fix myself up. I've done it before and I'm still alive."

"We've got to tell someone about your dad. If we don't, you'll be dead sometime soon." Ben says. I thought it was Luke and his band, not his brothers. I look up and see Calum there too.

"It's better then living in this hell hole."

"Don't fucking say that." Luke spat at me.
"We can't fucking loose you."

"You should've said that twelve years ago." I say as I close my eyes.

"Teegan I'm not gonna let some asshole kill you because you don't want to live anymore."

"Who said I wanted to die? I just said being dead would be better then living. That doesn't mean I want to be dead."

"You're so complicated." He groans as he falls onto the small space of the bed next to me.

A couple hours later, the doctors said I could leave. Jack was driving us to go get pizza and fuck, I was ecstatic. I haven't eaten all day. When we got there I sprinted out of the car and up the the restaurant.

"You gotta wait Teegan. You don't have the money." Jack said to me jokingly.

"Shut the fuck up and just buy me pizza." I said to him and shoved his shoulder. When we walked in, Ash and Mikey were there. Ashton looked up and smiled when he realized we were here, but it soon faded as he saw my face all torn up. I hadn't looked in the mirror yet and I didn't plan on it any time soon.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He asked as he stood up next to me.

"Did a fucking bear attack you?" Michael shouted as he put his hands on my face to look at all of my cuts and bruises.

"Shh. It's not a big deal. I'm okay and that's all that matters." I try to reassure them, but it didn't seem to be working. Michael rolled his eyes.

"It is too a big deal! You're getting beat up by your father and you're almost dying each time. I would say that's a pretty fucking big deal."

"Michael, I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine." I don't need help. If they weren't here, I'd still be alive.

Once everyone cooled down, we ate the pizza and talked about their band. Calum was telling me about how he was going to play the guitar, but he sucked so he just stuck with the bass.

"So, Teegan, we have something we need to talk about." Ash looks at me with a serious face and the other boys just nod. Ugh, they are going to bitch at me again about my dad, but that's only what I thought.