help //m.c.\\

chapter eight

"We have been offered to go on tour." Calum spoke out.
"And we want you to come with us." What the actual fuck? They're going on tour!

"What the fuck! You're going on tour? I'm so proud of you guys! With who though? Oh my god! I can't believe it! Wait are you serious about me joining you?"

"Hell yeah. It would be awesome if you came with us. If you do come with us though, you would either have to drop out of school or have Liz be your teacher. She isn't going to let Luke drop out."

"Of course I'll come with you guys, but my dad... What do you think he'll do?"

"We can go to the police and turn him in. My mom can be your guardian until you're eighteen. Well one of the only reason she's going is because I'm also sixteen."

"But all of the court and do you guys have a dead line for them to know if you are going? I don't want to be a bother and-"

"We just got the offer. We can plan it out, but the one thing we need to do now is turn in your dad." I feel like I'm betraying him if I do that. No you aren't. He has been beating you for over half of your life. But he has stuck with me. Fuck. I don't know what to do.

"I have pictures of my cuts and bruises if they don't believe me with just my stories and scars. Let's go."

      The drive to my house was very quiet. It felt like an eternity and I was just sat there with my thoughts. I'm very nervous and extremely fucking scared. They pull up to my drive way and I get out to go grab the pictures. My dad is here and I don't know how to approach him. I walk into my room and dig through a box that has my camera and Polaroids in it. My dad must've heard me walk in because he is standing in front of my door.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just going to sit outside and take pictures."

"Of what? Yourself? Ha you'll break the camera." I look down and I can feel my anxiety level rising.

"I'll go to the grocery store if you need me to. We don't have very much food." I just need him to walk away so I can leave.

"You're fat. You don't need any food." And with that I'm done with his bullshit. I walk past him and he screams after me.

"Get the fuck back here you slut." I ignore him and continue to walk out of the door until I'm stopped by a harsh force going into my back. What the fuck did he just do? I put my hand where I can now feel blood dripping out of the new wound. He fucking stabbed me. I try to continue to walk and I'm trying to scream at the boys, but nothing is coming out of my mouth. I make it to the front door with the large kitchen knife still in my lower back. The boys don't get out of the car until I fall on the porch. Michael runs out of the car screaming my name. I can hear someone say, "Quick! Call the cops!" But I can't make out who it was. My eyes are now closed and Michael is trying to pick me up to put me in his lap. I'm being lifted up and the knife was taken out of my back and replaced with one of Ash's bandanas. Michael is running. I slightly open my eyes to see that they have taken me across the street to Luke's house and they are laying me on the kitchen table. I can hear Liz screaming and crying. The sound of the sirens get closer and closer. I hope the police fucking murder my dad.

        I woke up in a hospital, again. I can see Calum looking through the pictures I dropped and he is crying. Everyone's eyes are bloodshot. Luke is talking to a police officer. Ashton is pacing around the room. Michael is cuddling me, I don't mind because he is extremely warm. Liz is talking to Andrew on the phone. Jack and Ben are on their phones. I guess they gave me a big room, which no one usually gets.

"Luke? I'm hungry. Can we get food?" The officer turned around to look at me.

"First ma'am, can I ask you some questions?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. I nod and he pulls up a chair and gets out a notepad and pencil.

"Did you arrest my dad?"

"I did, yes. But can you tell me why he did this to you?"

"Things didn't go they way neither he or I planned, but the boys and I had talked about how I needed to tell someone about what had been going on and I didn't want to at first because he told me he was going to have people kill me if I tried to leave or anything and I didn't really believe him, but I didn't ever take chances. I had walked into my room to go grab the pictures that Calum has to bring to you guys so you would actually believe me. I mean I was going to tell you everything he has done and show you my scars for every story"

"Can you show me a scar right now? Like one of the big ones with a good mark." I lifted up my arm and showed him the burn marks that were kind of rounded due to the shape of the burners on the stove.

"Ooh, now that's a nice one. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Well basically he was mad after he got back from work and I had just got back from school and he wanted me to lay on the stove, but I refused and he got a lot more frustrated and pulled my arm up to shove it on the stove."

"How long has he been abusing you?"

"Thirteen years."