Scars // LH

Chapter 7- I'm So Nervous, The Butterflies Have Turned Into Bats!

Hey guys! Sorry this is late, I've been out all day!

I'm So Nervous, The Bats Have Turned Into Butterflies!

We finally arrived in Scotland in the late afternoon. We were directed to our own little room in the stadium, where the boys would perform for the next two nights. Then we'd fly over to France for 3 nights, then Spain for one night and two days off, then back to Germany for more shows. They touched on maybe going back to Australia, but I wiped that idea away. I'd only just met them, there was no way I was travelling across the other side of the world with them. Not yet anyway.

But that wasn't my only problem. Tonight, was my first night of performing. I had to perform two songs in front of the audience, one at the start, one in the middle of the show, and then to accompany them in the last song at the end. I sat backstage in my so called "room." It was basically 3 bunk beds scattered around the room, with a tiny little closet next to each one and an en suite. I was curled up on the top bed of my bunk, strumming quietly at my guitar. I had to bring it with me, it was the one thing that reminded me of home. I missed it already. I always used to play it when I felt sad. Mostly when I was with...

*Flashback*

"SOPHIE! Get out here, you've got one last chance!"

I sniffed and slowly crawled out from the cupboard. I stood there, salty tears streaming down my face as I stared at the floor. I could feel his furious eyes burning into my skull. He didn't have a top on, just his jeans. His belt glistened at me from around his waist. I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn't.

"Where did you go?" He asked me firmly, I could hear his tone rising rapidly. I sobbed quietly to myself. He exhaled sharply. "WHERE DID YOU GO?!"

I lunged at him, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Nowhere! I didn't go anywhere, I was with no one!!"

"LIAR!!!" His hand shot out and smacked me across my face, knocking all of the air out of me. Before I could fall, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me roughly to the bed. He began punching me, shouting horrible words, horrible names. Slut, slag, bitch ugly, fat, every word was a dagger in my chest. I screamed out in pain, but the louder I screamed, the harder he hit me.

He suddenly stopped. I tried to get up, but he forced my head down again. "I don't think so, you will pay for this." I closed my eyes tight when I realized what he was going to do. I sensed him raising his belt above me. "Please, I'm begging you!" I choked weakly, tasting the blood in my mouth. But it was too late. He whipped my back with his belt. And again. And again. And there was nobody to help me. I just lay there in agony, as every whip chipped at my life.

*End of Flashback*

"Sophie?" I opened my eyes to see Luke standing at the bottom of my bed. He looked concerned. "Whats wrong? Why are you crying?"

I was crying?! I didn't even realize. I pushed my guitar away from me and wiped my eyes quickly. "Nothing! I'm fine!" I smiled reassuringly, but Luke shook his head and climbed up the bunk bed with me. "Soph, you were just crying your eyes out. Worse than when you left home. I was watching you, and I know somethings wrong. So please." He placed his hand on top of mine. "Tell me."

I looked down at our hands. I didn't want to look at him, he was being so nice. I didn't deserve that. I deserved to be abused. I really did.

"Soph? Please, its killing me." Luke tilted my chin up towards him. He studied my face for a moment. His eyes glistened with all honesty. I whimpered quietly and lunged at him. He immediatly hugged me back. I gripped tightly at his shirt and buried my face in his shoulder. He stroked my hair and shushed me quietly. "Now, don't get snot all over my clean shirt and tell me whats wrong." I giggled and slowly pulled away, not quite meeting him eyes. "I just miss home. Being away for so long, the longest I've left was a 3 day trip to Wales. Even then I bawled my eyes out." Luke managed to laugh at that, and I joined in with him. Soon we were laughing away like the incident had never happened.