As we walked down the stairs, Sam, Tom and Andy all rushed over to where Dom and I stood.
"Skye!" Tom shouted, as if I'd been stuck in World War Two for 16 years or whatever,
"Did he hurt you?"
"What happened?"
"Where's your Australian friend?"
"What did Caspar do?"
I'm bombarded with masses of questions from various people,
"I-I, I thought I could trust him" I cried, Harry started laughing,
"You got everything you deserved Skye, like some popular guy would even like you! The self harm shows all!" Harry laughs, I throw my arms behind my back as everyone states at me horrified,
"Skye?" Dom asks calmly, "Skye let me see your arms"
I shake my head, I can't let this effect others,
"Skye" Dom warns, slowly taking my hand in his,
"It's okay" he whispered, "were gonna help you get clean".
I allow Dominic to examine my scars, and he gently places a kiss on each cut,
"Skye, is this the reason you went to hospital?" Tom asks, and I slowly nod, tears still pooling in my eyes.
"I'm sorry" I sigh, Harry's laughter gets stronger and much more painful to me,
I see Andy turn round so he's facing Harry,
"If you don't shut up I'll beat the shit outta ya!" Andy shouts, taking everyone by surprise, and Harry instantly hushed.
"Let's go Skye" Sam smiled to me, walking through the crowds of teenagers dancing and downing alcohol,
"What about Trent?" I ask, remembering that he's still upstairs with Caspar,
"I'll go get him" volunteers Dominic,
"No I want to go" I plead,
"You can't go alone, Caspar's there" Tom argues,
"I can look after myself Tom" I laugh,
"No, Tom's right, I'll come up with you" Dom says firmly, and I can tell there's no point arguing with him, so I let out an overly exaggerated sigh to show I'm not happy with this.
Dom and I return back up the stairs to the bedroom I was in with Caspar, there was Trent laying on the floor, blood everywhere, with Caspar punching him over and over again in the face,
"CASPAR YOU BITCH!" I scream, launching myself onto Caspar and dragging him off Trent,
"Skye?" Trent asks confused, Dom helps Trent up to his feet and drags me off Caspar,
"Trent, Skye lets go" Dominic glares, watching Caspar as he lays smirking at us, blood pouring out his nose.
We walk back down the stairs, I support Trent, who's mildly limping,
"I told you guys to leave" Trent sighs, as we approach the others who are stood waiting by the front door,
"It's a good thing we didn't!" Sam laughed, eyeing Trent up and down,
"I had it covered" Trent glares, which makes Dom and I laugh,
"Let's just go, before we dig ourselves any deeper" Tom sighs, opening the door so we can all leave.
We all cram into Tom's car and set off dropping us each home,
"Thank you" I smile to Tom as he drops me outside my house, I was the last person left in the car, so I didn't have to parkour over the others to leave,
"Anytime Skye, but please promise me one thing" Tom says sternly,
"What?" I ask,
"Don't ever cut again, please."
I wave Tom off, before turning round to
enter my house, I knock on the door and wait patiently for my dad to answer,
I heard laughing and my dad opened the door, for once he was smiling.
"Hey Skye" he nodded, allowing me into the house, I look at him confused,
"Hi" I reply simply, I notice a extra pair of shoes on the floor,
"Who's here?" I ask suspiciously, walking into the house and waiting for my dad to shut the door,
"A friend, come and meet him" My dad glares,
"I'm good thanks" I smile, I really don't need to meet another version of my dad, suddenly I feel my arm being yanked back,
"I said, COME AND MEET HIM" my dad yells, shoving me into the front room.
Sat down on one of the sofa's was a
young man, I'd say he's about 27-28ish and he had brown well-combed hair, a slight stubble and brown eyes,
"Hello, I'm Logan, you must be Skye?" Logan assumed, I nodded,
"Hey Logan, yeah I'm Skye" I smiled, desperately trying to leave, but my dad was blocking the door,
"Why don't you sit down Skye?" My dad suggests, giving me the death glare, I was tempted to refuse and see what happens but I decided just to go with the flow.
I perch on the edge of the sofa and give Logan a quick nod before pulling out my phone and texting Dom,
'Dad has friend over, I'm bored! Talk?
I press send and see my dad eyeing up my phone,
"Where did you get that Skye?" He growls,
"My friend gave it to me, and if you take it away I'll tell him about out little secret" I glared at him, referring to the fact he beats me, obviously I wouldn't tell Dom but I'm enjoying having this power for once.
My dad gives me a look like he wants to punch me, which is probably true, before carrying on chatting to Logan.
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Teen FictionThis is the story of Skye, Skye Smith. She was brought up without a mother and living with her drunk, abusive father. But that's a part of her life she won't tell anyone... when she moves to London her one wish is for her life to change, but leavin...
