I curled up in a ball in a wardrobe. I heard banging on the door. My arm was around Annabeth. She was in tears. Gerard and Mikey were hiding underneath beds. The door burst open. Shouting came from outside the wardrobe. I could feel Annabeth trembling. The wardrobe door were pulled opened. I was pulled out the wardrobe with Annabeth. My dad was shouting at us and our tears flowed quicker. His anger became too much and he threw me against the bed. My head hit the wooden post. I closed my eyes. I could hear screams. So many screams.
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"Spencer. Are you okay?" Andy asked. It was the middle of the night. He turned on a light and I looked at him blankly.
"You kept moving and screaming." Andy explained.
"I-I'm f-f-fine." I stuttered. I was shaking violently.
"You're not. You had a nightmare. Tell me please." Andy begged.
"You won't understand." I whispered.
"You said that last night. I'm here for you Spencer. Talk to me please." Andy said. He held my hands tightly.
"I don't know..." I began.
"That's fine. You don't have to tell me. Tell me when you're ready." Andy said calmly. He looked upset. He laid back down.
"I have a reoccurring dream." I blurted.
"A bad one?" Andy asked as he sat back up.
"A play on a memory from my childhood. I get pulled out of a closet and get thrown against my bed. I think I was about eight when it actually happened. It's been getting more vivid over time." I explained. Andy had tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry." Andy apologised.
"You don't need to be." I replied.
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I know this is a short chapter but I'm back! Jocelyn xx
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FanfictionHey, I'm Spencer and I'm seventeen . I've never been happy living in a hell hole which is also known as my adoption centre. This is my story of how I escaped because of five guys. BROKEN HOME SEQUEL!!
