Wait...What Happened?

Father, Nightmare, & A Bruise

I had just walked through the front door and was faced with eleven pissed faces. Harry opened his mouth to say something but one glare from me, he shut it and backed behind Louis. Like he could really hide from my rage that was slowly creeping back to me. My family and besties knew not to talk to me when I was like this. One simple word could and quite possibly would set me off. Niall went to say something but stopped because of Keegan's hand on his shoulder.

"I don't want to hear or answer anyone's questions. And really don't want to talk to ANYONE right now. I'm still pissed about this morning. When I come out of my room, then maybe, just maybe I'll talk to you guys. Until then do not text me, talk to me, tell me to eat, knock on my door, slip a piece of paper under my door or even ask me to come out!" I spat and with that walked right by all of them and went to me room. Someone went to run after me but stopped, probably because someone else grabbed their wrist or arm or shirt. The only one I really wanted to around was my twin. I didn't want him to talk to me, just wanted him there, his presents brought me comfort and that's all I felt like I needed. Maybe after I'm done editing.

I sat on my bed with my camera and my laptop, waiting for it to turn on. I was looking through the pictures I had taken today and a lot of them were just amazing. Maybe I'll print them off and frame them, once we find a bigger house. My laptop was finally on, yay, but running slow, darn. I had gotten everything transfered to my computer when my phone went off, I had a text. I didn't bother checking it since I told everyone not to text me; got up and put my phone in the back of one of dresser drawers. I had sat back down and started editing.

After an hour or so of editing, the video was done. Added a few pictures I took to the beginning, put me singing at the end, and added some pretty cool special effects. All in all I say it was pretty good, I was proud of my work for once. I had opened up my YouTube channel and added the video put a description with my twitter link, and hit upload. Got up and grabbed my phone opening up Twitter and typed 'Aye everyone! Check out my new vid! Possible trigger warning, fyi. Hope you love it!' and hit send. Within seconds my notifications blew up with people asking me to follow them and telling me how much they love me along with the video. I stood up, opened my door and yelled "CHECK OUT MY NEWEST VIDEO!" and shut my door again.

I laid on the bed for a few minutes until everyone in the damn flat decided to text me. The only one I replied to was Spencer. I asked him to bring me a snack and a drink. It was around 4:30pm and I still hadn't eaten or drank anything today. There was a light knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Spencer" he said.

"Is it just you? I'm not in the mood to talk to or see anyone else right now." I said back.

"Yah, it's just me."

"Okay, you can come in."

He came in carrying a snack size bag of barbecue chips and an Arnold Palmer, my all time favorite snack. I love how he knows me like that and vice versa. I took the chips and drink from him and set it on the nightstand.

"Thank you so much. I love you" I said giving him a hug.

"I love you, too." he said into my neck squeezing me harder than I can even hug him. He pulled away and looked at me with worry in his eyes.

"Spenc, what's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just worried about you Lill" he admitted.

"I know. I'm trying to get better, I am." I said, hoping to give him comfort.

"I know you gave Liam your blades. I'm proud of you for that."

"Thanks."

"And your newest video, too. It took gu-"

Just then both of our phones went off. I screamed and jumped since it scared the shit out of me. Spencer laughed and so did I. We checked our phones, weird I got the same text from the same person and some how they knew me. It had said "Hey, I've missed you guys. Haven't seen you since I went to jail. I really want to talk to all of you. Can we meet up? " I knew exactly who it was, my father, who I was NOT ready to talk to what so ever. I asked my brother what his said, it said the same thing as mine. My head snapped up "Shit! That means he also has Sheldon's, Jake and Ella's!" I yelled jumping up off the bed and running to my door.

"SHELDON! JAKE! ELLA! DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT ANSWER YOUR PHONE! OR ANY TEXTS YOU GET!" I screamed through the flat. And of course everyone came running to the room to see what's wrong.

"Why can't we answer?" Ella's innocent voice asked.

"Because it's our father and I don't want him to know where we are. He's already done enough damage to the family, he doesn't need to do anymore." Spencer answered for me since I was on the verge of crying and already shaking. The room felt like it was getting smaller...or was I getting bigger? I felt like I was suffocating and was getting really hot. The next thing I knew Spenc and Mick were leading me over to the bed, trying to get my breathing even. Sheldon was pushing everyone back and Jake opened the window, while Ella went and got a cold towel. Did I really get like this so often, there was a routine? Guess I do. Sheldon got everyone out of the room and Ella came back with the towel. It took a few minutes to get my breathing back to normal and once I did, I broke down into tears.

"Just as I thought I was getting things back on track my fucking father decides to try and contact me!" I said in between sobs. Liam came through the door and rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me. Once he did that, I knew there was no stooping these tears for a while. Spencer whispered something in Liam's ear and he nodded, then it was just me and him in the room. He laid back and took me with him. He held me tight against his chest and played with my hair until I feel asleep.

I woke up with Liam's grip around my waist. Ouch I whispered under my breath. His finger tips were digging into my hip, I'm sure I'll have a bruise from it. He was muttering "no lillie, please don't....we all love you...think of your family....the fans....no!!!!! please don't be dead.." I tried to shake him but he had me pinned on my side facing away from him and his keeps tighting his grip. Finally I start to panic because one my hip is in serious pain right now and two the area I was in keeps getting smaller.

"Liam. Get up, you're hurting me." I said loud and frim, but that didn't help. "LIAM! WAKE UP! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I shouted, that didn't get him up, but it got Louis in the room. When he saw me, he ran over and started to shake him violently to get his grip off of me.

"LIAM! LIAMMM!! WAKE UP! IT'S. JUST. A. DREAM." Me and Lou said. Me still laying on my side, Liam's grip getting tighter, yet, and Louis standing on the side Liam is sleeping.

"Can you just help me get out of his grip please? This really hurts and I'm sure there's a bruise forming." I asked, sounding more exhausted than I intended to be.

"Huh? Oh, yah, I can." he said coming over to pry his fingers loose.

"Thanks so much." I said finally getting out of his grip. I pulled the side of the waist band of my pants down to reveal four finger marks and part of a thumb mark starting to form. "Yup, that's going to be a nasty bruise. Look it's already starting to turn black and blue." I said half to myself, pointing to the discoloration.

"Where is everyone? And what time is it?" I asked after I realized Louis was the only one in here with a still sleeping Liam and me.

"Well, it's around 7:15 ish in the evening and I'm not exactly sure where everyone else is." he said.

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Hope you guys like it. And I know the ending isn't all that good, I might change it once I get up, so you might want to check back in sometime tomorrow. Good news! I have Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday left of school. So that means summer break!!!! Yay! Which means more updating!!!! Stay Strong. Love you guys, tons! <3 (: