Bottle my emotions - A tns fanfiction [COMPLETE]

Catch your death

Studio 1 locker rooms

"Piper!" Summer cried, as she saw the dripping wet girl rummaging through her (Piper's) locker. Summer quickly moved towards her. "What are you looking for, and why are you wet?" The concerned Summer asked.
"Towel," came Piper's whispered reply. Silently, Summer turned and started searching her own locker. Upon finding a light blue towel at the very back of the locker, Summer turned around and handed it to Piper. As Piper reached for the towel, Summer noticed a ring of bruises - blue and purple- on Piper's pale wrist. Summer opened her mouth to mention it, when Miss Kate walked in, clearly in a rush. "Summer! Just the person I wanted to talk to!" Miss Kate sounded relieved, posture relaxing slightly. Then her phone buzzed, and Miss Kate was moving away, beckoning Summer to follow. "But Piper..." Spluttered the bewildered Summer, obediently following the studio owner. "Right of course," Miss Kate was speaking on her mobile now, but moved it away from her ear, as if only just noticing Piper's shivering figure by the lockers. "Try and dry yourself! You'll catch your death of cold in this weather!" The studio head placed the phone over her ear and immediately resumed her conversation, leading a reluctant Summer behind her. Sighing, Piper picked up her bag and headed to the toilets to change into her dance clothes.

At rehearsal

"3! 2! 1!" Kingston and Finn back flipped simultaneously. Emily was talking to Piper in her office, so rehearsal was yet to start.

Catch your death of cold.
Catch your death... Cold
Death... Cold
Cold
Rebecca.
"Piper are you listening?" Asked Emily, reaching across the desk and tapping Piper on the shoulder. The effect took place immediately. Piper was already up on her feet before she remembered where she was. The chair - previously occupied by Piper - had fallen to the floor, alerting A troupe outside. Emily crossed her legs, lacing her fingers together. "Piper are you sure you can do this?" The studio head asked, growing rapidly concerned for this new version of Piper. Sure, Piper had her anxieties, but to be afraid of people touching her, that was a whole other level.
Piper took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She focused on pushing all her messed up feelings out of her mind, until she could almost forget about her home life. Almost. "I'll be fine." Piper finally said, sounding a lot more confident than she felt. "Ok, I need to make a phone call. Go and join the others." Emily instructed, reaching for her phone. "Oh and Piper," She added as the dancer turned to leave, "Pick the chair up on the way out." Piper did as told, and left the office, as A troupe quickly resumed quiet talk among themselves.
Piper crouched in a corner, quietly stretching when Finn came over. She groaned inwardly. As much as she liked Finn, Piper really wanted to be alone right now. "So.." Finn begun, sitting beside her, "Big commotion in the office, huh."
"Not now Finn."
"Hey, I'm just saying-"
"Well don't."
"What did that poor chair ever do to you?" Finn joked, smiling at her. The corner of Piper's mouth twitched upwards slightly, but was quickly gone. "You can talk to me, you know that right?" Finn's normal happy tone was replaced by a more comforting one, and when Piper looked at him, she could see the worry in his eyes.

Riley's house

James' phone was ringing. Again. He'd just come off the phone to an extremely irritated Laura, because apparently she's had a fight with Piper. Not surprising, seeing as Laura could fight with basically anyone. The conversation had gone something like this:

Laura: James! You wouldn't believe what has happened now!

James: Now what?

Laura: Both Piper and Mom stormed out! Neither of them even said Hello to me! Why, I asked Piper how she was, and she started screaming at me! I swear she needs to see a doctor of some kind, that girl is crazy. And a liar!
James: Laura are you sure? Piper never normally acts like this...

Laura: Of course I'm sure! The second you left the house, Piper came down and was completely fine! She's faking it I swear! Someone needs to do something about that girl, and if you won't do it, I will!

James: Laura... Is that a threat?

Laura: I don't make threats.

Laura hung up

James let the phone go to voicemail. He couldn't stand another earful of Laura. Although he hated to admit it, perhaps Piper did need help...

Studio A office

Sighing, Emily listened to James' voice mail, before leaving a message. "James. It's Emily. Call me back when you can." Emily spoke clearly and to the point, before pausing slightly. "It's about Piper." She hung up.

Skip to 9:00 pm

A random bar

Laura slumped over the table, her 27 year old body barely processing the large amount of alcohol she had consumed. The more she drank, the more she hoped to bury her anger, her sadness, her... Loneliness. Rebecca had drunk herself into such a state that she could barely walk. Then her older sister had gone and passed out in the snow - freezing to death. Of course Deborah and James knew, but Laura thought that Piper deserved to know the truth. Laura had had those thoughts around three hours ago. At least, she thought it had been three hours. Turning over her wrist to check the watch Piper had given her for her eighteenth birthday, Laura was horrified to discover that it had, in fact, been 11 hours. Laura leaped up off the stool, head pounding, and immediately stumbled, falling onto the hard floor. She moaned quietly. How could I have been so stupid? Laura thought. The bartender looked up from the glass he was cleaning. The girl on the floor had been the only customer in there for around an hour. What harm could it do to pack up early for a change? The bartender winced, thinking of the beating he would receive. He shook his head. This girl obviously needed his help, and he couldn't kick her out, even if he wanted to. The darkly haired boy stepped out from behind the bar, brown eyes glittering with worry. Laura looked up, noticing he was coming towards her.
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Need a hand?"
"No" Laura retorted sharply, before promptly throwing up. "Everyone needs a hand sometimes," he murmured quietly, and Laura saw that his eyes held so much sadness, so much hurt, that she couldn't look away for a moment. Despite the pain, she smiled.