𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚢 ~ 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?

Chapter 14

~Becky's P.O.V~
Hi. I haven't written in here for a while.

It's been a few weeks since Montreux, Dad's getting worse. I think me finding out has had a negative impact on his general health.

I start school again tomorrow, and I couldn't be more scared.

It's gotten to a point where I don't wanna leave Dads side. He knew this would happen which is why he never told me. But he's my Dad. I don't want him to die.

I put my book down and hugged my knees. It's pouring with rain outside. I haven't eaten in a while, I physically can't.

I just keep reminding myself that my Dad actually is dying.

All those times I misbehaved, all the times I thought I hated him. Now it's come back to bite me on the ass.

"Becky!" Jim shouted from downstairs. I got up off my bed and opened my bedroom door, making my way to the top of the stairs.

"Tea's ready." He said, smiling.

"I- I'm, not that hungry." I responded. He crossed his arms.

"You haven't been hungry for the past few weeks." He said. He's right... but I can't help it.

"Come here." He held out his arms and I sprinted down the stairs, throwing myself in them.

"Jim, I don't want him to die." I said, tears practically running down my face.

"I know." He responded, rubbing my hair with his hand. "None of us do. But please try and eat something."

I let go and wiped my eyes, slowly nodding as we walked into the dining room.

"Hello." Dad smiled as he placed plates of food down on the table. I smiled and sat down, then slowly began eating.

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For the first time in years, I woke up for school naturally. Dad would usually cone sprinting in and yank the covers off my body. But not this time.

I sat up and rubbed my head, slowly making my way into the bathroom with my uniform.

I got washed and changed slowly, then went downstairs. Dad wasn't here. Neither was Jim.

"Dad? Jim?" I said looking around.

"Oh, morning, Becky." Phoebe said from the kitchen. He put the towel down and walked out into the hallway where I was standing.

"They went to the hospital, so your Dad can get his injections."

"Injections?" I asked, slowly beginning to panic.

"Yeah, nothing serious, he has to have them at the start of every month." He said. I nodded and grabbed my bag.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go." I said walking over to the door.

"Bye." Before I could get a reply I slammed the door.

I might be acting like a bitch, but that's because I am.

I purposely left home early so I can walk slowly. And, to be honest, I'm not really arsed if I'm late.

I made it to school and went over to my locker where Jack was standing.

"Hi." I smiled. No response. I furrowed my eyebrows and opened my locker, placing my things inside.

"You never called last night." He said placing his hands both sides of me so I couldn't leave.

"Sorry, I got caught up." I responded.

"You promised." He said. I sighed and turned around to face him, I looked him dead in the eye and crossed my arms, slamming my locker.

"Jack, of all people, you'd understand what I'm going through. When this was you, who was supporting you, helping you? God, can't you see how our relationship has plummeted downhill? This time a few months ago we were inseparable, and now look. All you seem to do is-"

Before I could finish my sentence I felt a hard punch to my face, not a slap, a punch. And it hurt, really bad. My body collided with the locker and I fell to the ground. Jack picked me up by the scruff of my shirt and punched me again. And again. And again. It was getting to a point where I couldn't feel anything anymore. He threw me down and kicked my stomach, in which I immediately gagged when his foot collided with my belly. His breathing was getting heavier, until I heard someone yell from behind.

My vision is slightly blurry, but it looks like someone is fighting him.

"Becky?!" I heard a familiar voice say.

"Joe?" I responded, going in and out of consciousness.

"Jesus Christ. What has he done to you?" Joe said hugging me. I smiled into his chest and managed to wrap my arms around him.

"Oh God." Joe said. "Um... Becky. Wait right here, okay, I'll be back, I swear." He propped me up against the lockers and pulled what looked like Ben off Jacks body.

"Ben! Stop!" Joe yelled trying to hold Ben back.

"YOU EVER HURT BECKY AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU! UNDERSTAND?! SO WILL HER DAD!" He yelled and spat blood from his mouth onto the ground. Jack managed to get up and run away.

"Becky?" Ben rubbed my cheek and kissed my head, pulling me into a hug.

"Don't worry about him, he won't hurt you anymore." He said. I closed my eyes tightly and wrapped my arms around him, and began crying, until it all went black.