WHY? (Hiatus)

Who is that girl; Fiona's POV

I screamed loudly as the drunken man wrapped his sausage like fingers round my scarred neck, leaving me gasping for air desperately trying to peel his disgusting hands off me. My father kicked me in the stomach knocking all the air out of me as I slumped to the floor gasping for air once more. This wasn't the first time and was most certainly not the last he would ever hurt me. Dizzily I saw a blurry silhouette of someone entering the room, from what I could tell, the boy had light skin and short dark brown hair, weakly I grinned, Hugh had come to my rescue but what he did next was unbelievable. My best friend walked up to my father and punched him hard in the face, hearing a loud crunch I was positive that his nose was broken. I blacked out. Waking what was probably hours later I opened my bruised eyes to the outline of three people standing over me, as my vision started to come back I noticed that I was in the Apiston living room. "You okay," I heard Hugh ask me, weakly I nodded, that was a lie, in fact every single part of my body was hurting painfully and I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and disappear from the horrible world for just a few minutes more. I tried to force myself to get up until a heard Mrs Apiston say "Fiona, the three of us understand you are not safe at your own home, so because of this sad fact the three of us would love it if you would like to stay with us for the rest of the week whilst me and Jack sort out some important information regarding you." I was so shocked, staring down at my lap I whispered "do you guys really mean it," nodding the trio came over and group hugged me "Fiona all three of us love you," I heard Hugh's muffled voice say. I smiled maybe I wasn't so unlucky. Limping up the sturdy stairs I entered the bathroom looking at the shiny mirror, I was shocked when I saw the sick looking girl in front of me. Who was that girl? Tears slowly dripped onto the tiled floor at the thought that I couldn't recognise myself. The girl staring back at me was deathly skinny, had dead looking eyes with scars all over her twig like body and a cut lip. I was so focused on myself that I didn't notice the boy creep into the room until he wrapped his long arms round my shallow stomach. I sighed leaning back into the boy "have a shower whilst I get some ice for your lip," he whispered into my ear sending shivers down my spine. Releasing me he left the room, turning the shower on I took my clothes of before hopping in, letting the hot water burn my skin. Ten minutes later I got out and changed into some spare clothes before heading to Hugh's room to find him sitting crossed legged on his yellow bed patiently waiting for me to come through. Closing the door I carefully I sat down waiting for him to fix me. Pulling out some ice wrapped inside kitchen roll he pressed it against my swollen lip the coldness numbing it. A few minutes later he pulled the ice back off of my frozen lip. The two of us stood up and I was about to open the door when Hugh pulled me back gently so that we were facing each other I looked into his hazel eyes. Shivering I realised his hand was wrapped around my small bony waist, he looked me dead centre in the eye before lowering his gaze towards my lips biting his own. He stroked my left cheek with his spare hand before slowly closing the space between us and suddenly his soft lips were against my own.

I'm evil 😌 guys. This took me forever to write so I do hope you enjoy xx

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