Safe in Her Arms. ~C.H~

Somewhere

*IN THE BEGINNING*

*Third Person P.O.V.*

Rachel Fairwick was a normal teen until the very day that her parents split up. She had a very normal life up until that point. At the time, her mother moved away and left her with her father. He became an alcoholic because of the brutal divorce, and a mean one at that.

*Rachel's P.O.V.*

"Dad put the bottle down, you need to get help, go to rehab or something please." I pleaded with my dad. He threw the bottle at my head splitting it open. "Dad what the hell, I'm only trying to help you." He walked over to me looking sorry for what he had done, but instead he grabbed my hair and picked me up. If I would have kept my mouth shut I wouldn't be in as much pain. Good fucking job Rachel! "Dad stop that hurts, you've already done enough just leave me alone." He dropped me on the floor and said, "Fine you Bitch, but if you ever tell me how to run my life it will be worse next time." I knew he only called me a bitch because he was drunk. Who knows he probably meant it. I deserve it for talking.

Once I got up from the floor I ran as quick as I could up the stairs. I ran to my room, then into the bathroom. I looked at the mirror to see how bad the gash in my head was. I started to get dizzy and realized I probably going to pass out. Before that happened, I yelled for my brother Aaron. He came into my room right as I passed out.

The next thing I knew I was in the hospital, I had a bandage over some of my head. I was in a lot of pain, and Aaron was sitting next to me holding my hand. "Aaron w-what happened to your face." I said worriedly. "Did dad hit you?" He looked at me and just smiled. "I'll be fine, right now we need to worry about you. Your head was badly cut by that bottle and you had to get 10 stitches." He winced in pain when he moved his chair closer to my bed. "Aaron are you sure you're going to be okay?" I was more worried about him than I was myself even though I was the one in the hospital. "I'll be fine he said, you need to get some rest, I'll wake you up later to check on you."

I thought to myself, if Aaron was here, where is dad? Is he home? Maybe he's here and just in the waiting room. As much as I hate what my dad has put me and Aaron through, I love him. I know I shouldn't, but I do, he is my dad.

With this on my mind I called in the nurse who was helping me. I told her to have my brother come in here and sit with me. She advised me that it was late and I should just wait until the morning, which I didn't do. "Suit yourself then," she said. He came in ready to talk to me, which was good cause I had plenty of questions.

Aaron walked in the room and smiled. "So, you're awake, how are you feeling." "I'm fine for now I guess." Saying with a fake smile. We both started to talk at the same time, he said "No, you go first." "Ok, Have you talked to dad or at least seen him at all since everything that happened yesterday." I was worried that after everything that happened my dad felt bad or had done something to himself because of what happened. I don't want to think of the worst, but,that is where my mind went. Aaron looked at me, he looked confused at first, but the he finally answered truthfully. "After dad beat me up in your room he ran downstairs got in his car and left. After that I called an ambulance and told them that you had fallen and hit something that had glass and cut your head open. They got to the house quickly, and took you to the hospital. I met you here. They stitched you up and said that you could go home tomorrow if the stitches keep your head from bleeding." He made me feel like everything was okay even though it was all my fault this had happened. My dad did what he did because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. It put me in the hospital and it hurt Aaron. Even though my dad did what he did, he didn't even bother to come see if I was okay. He just left. That's what he's always done and what he will do forever, unless he is yelling at me or throwing things at me and hurting me.

I got discharged later that day and was given some steroids to take for the pain. They didn't help at all, which figures, most medicine is like candy to me. I can just take it, and nothing happen. Aaron helped me up the stairs to my room when we got home from the hospital. I was in a lot of pain, but I was hungry. "Can you make me a bowl of cereal Aaron?" I made a pouty face with a smile trying to convince him to make the bowl of cereal. He said, "Fine," shrugged his shoulders and said that he would be back in a minute.

It had been over twenty minutes since Aaron had left to get me cereal. I was worried, but also starving. I got up slowly and started walking down the stairs, yelling Aaron's name. I yelled once, no answer. I yelled a second time and then I was worried. When I got down the stairs I saw something I could never forget.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

*A/N I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, enjoy contemplating the cliff hanger!!*