Three words

Chapter four

There's an author's note at the end, DO NOT SKIP! Thunk yuh C:

Chrissy's  POV (Flashback)

"D-don't come any...c-closer.." I begged, pawing at my ear, begging for sound to come. I saw the man I'd called my father in front of me, hands out in a fighting stance. I could smell the alcohol wafting throughout the room, But yet, I still took this as the opportunity to hate my ex father.

He'd punched the side of my head, causing my ear to lose it's ability to hear. Maybe either blood was clotting it, or something else, it was still his fault.

He smirked and stepped closer, fire flaring in his eyes. "I don't let bitches boss me around..." He snarled. He threw another punch which knocked me to the ground, pleading and holding my jaw. I pushing myself backwards with my heels but yet he came closer. 

I saw the black spots in my vision but I needed to stay awake. He went to throw another punch but I propelled myself to the side and slide under the coffee table.

Luckily, the force of his missed punch had thrown him forward, therefore, he had no idea where I was. With trembling hands, I took my phone out of my back pocket and hastily dialed 911.

"Hello?"

"Y-Yes, hi, I n-need help..." I whispered. "My father is d-drunk and I-I'm getting ab-abused..."

"Address?"

"48 Desiree Aurora, West Yorkshire England."

"We'll be over asap."

With that I hung up, shoving the phone back into my pocket and glancing around. I pawed at my ear again but to no avail.

"Come out little bitch, I'm gonna find you." He cooed, his feet coming dangerously close to the table. I felt something clamp around my feet and I was pulled out from the table, screaming and thrashing. 

I was hauled to the kitchen where I saw something that wasn't even in my memory.

Nash and Cameron tied up.

Wait, this isn't how this all happened. 

They squirmed and my father tied my hands and gagged me, turning me around. I struggled to turn back around, and when I did, Laura and Brent were tied up right next to Nash and Cameron.

I screamed but it came out muffled as my father stabbed me repeatedly in the stomach. I felt something sour and bitter enter my mouth and I realized I'd been gnawing on my cheek. I cocked my head several times and the gag came off, but it was too late. 

Nash.

Cameron.

Laura.

Brent.

Niall.

Greg.

Mum.

And the whole vine crew.

Dead.

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I shot up and felt my tanktop was drenched in sweat, the sour and bitter taste still in my mouth and tears were flooding down my cheeks.

I heard the echo of a scream and I realized it'd been mine as Niall burst into the dark room, running over next to me, panicked.

"Chris, Chris! Are you okay? What happened?!" He babbled, gripping on to my sweaty arm tightly. I tried to even my breathing and I closed my eyes.