The Band School [A Band Fanfic]

Chapter 12

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Okay so some of you may find this next chapter a little upsetting and I'm sorry about that. Promise me you'll talk to someone about it if you do get upset? Thank you all for reading this far.

Chapter 12- The Past

[Erin's POV]

So what actually happened, Erin? Why did you get kicked out?

Shit. I had to tell them. They were looking after me, I couldn't lie to them. It was going to be so difficult to explain my story. Hell, would I even be able to without sobbing?

"Erin?" Jack said softly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I sighed and looked at each of them. I was so glad to have found them, they understood me better than all the people back at home. They weren't my friends, they didn't care about me. I took a deep breath and began to tell them everything.

"Everything used to be alright.. My parents were together, my brother was still there, my sister was still happy. But one day everything changed. I had been at school for an extra few hours to do revision and was looking forward to coming home to my family and spend time with them. When I got back the house was silent, which was weird. I walked into the kitchen and my dad, my brother and my sister were all sat around my mother on the floor in complete silence. My mum was splayed out on the floor, her eyes open and glazed over.. She wasn't breathing. She'd had a stroke. My little sister started sobbing when I got there and my brother stormed out the house. My dad stayed silent as the ambulances got there and they took her away. After that things went downhill. My brother never came back, my little sister is depressed now and she's only 11. But the worst thing was my dad. He didn't speak to any of us except me and when he did all he did was blame me. He told me that if I had come straight home from school that day my mother wouldn't have died because I would've been there for her, he told me it was my fault, that I had killed her,"

Ingrid and Holly both had tears streaming down their faces. Alex and Mike tried to comfort them but looked equally as uncomfortable and upset. I choked back a sob and Jack squeezed my hand, so I kept going.

"My dad started getting drunk a lot. He abused me and my sister.. I started getting depressed too, I started to believe him that it was my fault my mother had died. I started self-harming and it was bad, I-"

Before I could finish the sentence, Ingrid had crushed me into a hug. We stood and cried silently for a little while, it was oddly comforting but I knew I had to finish. I wiped my eyes and completed the last part of my story-

"The other day, I got fed up. I snapped at my dad whilst he was still sober. I got angry and I told him everything I felt, about how I hated who he'd become, how much of a terrible father he was to me and my sister and how much I wished it had been him instead of my mother. He shouted at me then, hit me in the face and told me to get out. I just packed my bags and went. I never said goodbye to my sister, I never went to find my brother. I just came straight here. I came here to forget the past, and I'm so grateful to you all for helping me to do so.." I finished.

They all looked at me, thinking of what to say. I appreciated the silence, it let me calm myself down a little. I also liked the fact that they were choosing carefully what to say, it let me know how much they understood and cared.

"We're here for you, Erin," Jack said quietly, "we'll do our best to erase the past."

The others nodded in agreement and pulled me into a group hug. I let out the biggest sigh of relief since I'd got out of my old house. I'd finally found my new home, somewhere I belonged.