Quinn had a perfect life, a loving mother that took care of her day and night, and a comfortable bed to sleep in. Her life seemed to be perfect.
Until her mother found a new boyfriend that changed their lives forever. And not in a good way.
After...
A/N: Hey! Merry Christmas guys! This chapter isn't the happiest, and I wish it had more happy moments in it, but since it's the chapter I had pre-written for Friday it's what y'all get, lol. Anyway, have a merry Christmas. :) or if you don't celebrate just have an amazing day.
That night I didn't have any nightmares. I slept peacefully, dreamless, refreshed and happy the next morning. That was until I remembered I had to go to the hospital, and fix my ankle. The doctors would see the injury and ask questions, and then questions only lead to lies. And then the lies lead to the police, and then the police would lead to me, most likely dead.
I groaned into my pillow, there was no way out of not going to the doctors. I'd ask Luke if he could keep everything quiet, so they wouldn't ask questions. I got up groggily, making my way into the bathroom to get ready for this exhausting day.
After showering and doing my hair and makeup, I picked out an outfit. A black zip up jacket, with some gray nike sweatpants. I headed out the door and into the kitchen, where I knew I could always find someone. Luke and Andrew sat there on their phones, already ready and waiting for me.
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"Ready to go?" I asked, their heads snapped up to me. "Are you going to eat?" Andrew asked, looking me up and down noticing my bones practically sticking out. "I'm not hungry." I told them honestly, shrugging. Luke furrowed his eyebrows, and passed me over some oatmeal. I scoffed slightly, and sat down and ate it anyways. "You need to eat more." Luke instructed, tilting his head.
I only nodded my head. I never had a choice whether or not I could eat. That option and luxury wasn't ever just up to me. Zach controlled almost everything I did; the first thing to do when I'd wake up. Then the last thing I'd do before I go to bed. I always wished I could have more freedom.
I only managed to finish half of it before I felt full. "I'm done." I told them, pushing away the bowl. Luke looked down at it and sighed, "You barely ate anything." He informed me, pushing it back. "I can't eat anymore. I'm full." I snapped, picking it up and putting it in the sink. "You don't have to wash the dishes, Quinn." Luke said, rubbing his forehead. I turned away from them and headed towards the door. "Let's just go." I instructed, opening up the door.
We all got into Luke's car, Andrew sitting in the front and me sitting in the back. When I was younger I would get car sick so bad, that sitting in the back was a challenge.
The whole car ride was silent, no one said anything the whole time and it was a bit awkward. I couldn't think of anything to say, and the nerves in my stomach made me sick. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, as we pulled up at the hospital. Each of them got out of the car, but I was stuck frozen in place.
Andrew opened up the door, and watched my intently as I only managed to stare at the building. He waved his hands in front of my face, but I didn't look away. He sighed, and went to pick me up to help me down but I involuntarily flinched. My action didn't go unnoticed because he looked at me wearily, hurt across his face. "I'm not going to hurt you.." He mumbled, reaching for my hand slower this time to help me out.
