My Brothers Best Friend // Cameron Dallas Fan Fiction

Chapter Ten // Laur's Story

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Laur's POV

"What happened" Dana asked, sitting on the side of her bed. I was absolutely terrified, I had no idea what to tell her.

I sat by her and tapped my knee.

"A car crash" I lied, hopefully believable. My words stuttered a tad, and my lips trembled.

"Wow, where at? Surely not to long ago" she said sympathetically, I wanted to tell her the truth but couldn't. Or else worse would happen.

"Yeah, about a week before I met you I left the hospital fine, just bruised and cut." She nodded and rubbed my arm. "I'm really sorry to hear that. Now. What season of Pretty Little Liars are you on" she asked changing the subject and the mood

My cheeks cooled down and my body relaxed.

Let's go back. Way back. Five years ago.

Five Years Ago

I was twelve years old, practically living the childhood of my dreams. I had everything I ever wanted. The best clothes, the best iPad at the time, and the biggest bedroom that was perfect and just how I wanted it.

I was happily playing on my iPad while watching TV on my big 56' inch, when my angry father walked in the room.

"Dad, what's wrong" I asked widening my eyes when he tripped and fell onto the floor. I gasped and ran down to him. He smelt grouse, and his eyes were blood shot, he was drunk. But he had never drank before besides on Fridays but only when he went to the pub.

"Dad?"

He looked up at me and narrowed his eyebrows, "what are you doing" he yelled getting up.

I stepped back and became very frightened. "I asked you a question damn it" he yelled swiping a whole bunch of stuff off of my dresser. "DAD" I screamed and ran to the other side of my bed. He was acting like a monster.

"COME HERE" he yelled. I stood hid behind a support beam on my bunk bed.

"COME HERE" he yelled again this time swinging a baseball bat at the bed and the supporter broke and the top of my bed collapsed.

I jumped out and he snatched me and squeezed my throat tightly, I could barely breath. "D-e" I chocked.

He threw me on the ground and looked down at his hands, and I had a theory that he didn't know what in gods name he was doing.

"You, never, tell anyone, about this" he said, not yelling but he was furious. "If you do, you will not live to see another day" he said, his finger pointing at me.

A tear dripped down my cheek as I nodded and he fled my room, leaving me terrified and speechless.

"Dad?"

A year after that

I was 13, my dad drank heavily every night and then I hid in the basement and heard him searching for me upstairs. But when day came he was asleep all day.