"Rory please come out." Mickey shouted banging on the door
I was sat up against the door, crying like i was a 2 year old girl who haven't gotten a birthday present. All of these emotions was coming out of no where, i knew i needed help but i didn't think i needed it this badly
"Please go away." I cried getting into my bed and falling asleep almost instantly, i really needed a good night sleep.
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"It should of been you and not your mother." He screamed as he hit me repeatedly
"Please stop."
"Your acting like a child, get a grip." He shouted kicking me in the stomach
"Dad stop." Mickey shouted grabbing a beer bottle and smashing it over his head
"You little shit." He began chasing mickey around
"Aurora RUN." He shouted
Terry pulled a gun at Mickeys head "You fucking faggot, move i will shoot you both."
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"NO NO NO, DONT HURT MICKEY." I screamed "DONT SHOOT HIM."
"DAD NO." I cried as he shot Mickey in the arm
"RORY LET ME IN." I heard Mickey and Ian bang in the door "AURORA."
"HES DYING DAD DO SOMETHING." I was still stuck in that room where my brother was once shot
"RORY I AM FINE. LET ME IN." Mickey tried to mess with the door handle
"She really suffers with PTSD." Fiona began to try to help undo the door
"Just fucking knock it down." Lip also started to shout as he kicked the door down
I was in the corner of my room, curlered up into a ball. But that's what they could see on the other hand all i could see was my brother getting shot.
"Shit she's in it really bad, Mickey what is she seeing." Fiona turned to him
"Basically when she was like 9 years old, Terry was beating her up so i smashed a bottle over his head. Afterwards he pulled out a gun and shot me because Rory couldn't stop crying. I stopped breathing twice and he would take me to the hospital." He wiped a tear that was falling down his pale cheek
"We need to snap her out of it."
"WAKE UP." I screamed at my brothers body laying there attempting to do CPR "MICKEY PLEASE."
"What the fuck do we do."
"She needs help mick." Ian sat down next to me
"I KNOW." He shouted obviously stressed
"Slam the door." Lip told Debbie
"What?"
"Slam the fucking door, it triggered Ian to wake up out of his psychosis maybe this will work."
Debbie slammed the bathroom door as loud as she could, She then ran back into the room. The bang made me instantly break out of the horrific state.
Confused i moved further back into the corner, mascara all over my face. I buried my head into my knees and sobbed, "There's something really wrong with me."
"We know sweetie, we will get you some help i promise."
"Is everything okay?" A girl walked into the room
"Who the fuck are you." I asked confused
"Dominique?"
The girl from the club, Carls fucking girlfriend.
"HA CARLS GIRLFRIEND." I began to giggle, how i went from sobbing to giggling in a few minutes i have no idea
"Yeah that right."
"Did he get you from a charity shop?" I carried on laughing
"What is happening?" Debbie whispered to Ian
"I have no idea, it's like she's having a mental breakdown." He replied
"Rory stop being mean." Carl defended
"Piss off Carl." I shouted inbetween laughs "WHY CANT I STOP LAUGHING."
"Rory it's okay calm fown." Debbie tried to grab my shoulder put i pushed her away
"NO I CANT STOP LAUGHING." I began to cry again
"Your honestly crazy." Carl told me
"Fuck off carl." Mickey pushed him out the room "Aurora, we will get you help i promise."
"Your lucky you didn't push me hard and kill my baby." Debbie groaned
"YOUR PREGNANT? FUCK OFF UR YOUNGER THEN ME." I now was laughing again, my emotions were all over the place
"Have you took something?" Ian asked "You have been having mood swings, flashbacks and angry outbursts."
"NO I HAVEN'T." I screamed
"I HAVENT MICKEY!"
"i believe you." Mickey whispered under his breath
"What's the matter?" I asked but he didn't reply "MICKEY."
"Dads out of prision." He sighed
"no no no, he was meant to do 11 years." I panicked "No Mickey i can't do this. Not now."
"Yes you can i promise." Fiona was now holding my face whilst Mickey couldn't even look at me
"We won't let him hurt you." Ian joined in "I promise, but we do need to get you help baby."
I nodded but i knew i wouldn't go
"Rory i need you to understand this, you have tried to attempt twice now, you ran away for a year and your covered in scars." Ian said slowly "You are sick Ror."
"Fuck off your the bipolar one." I snapped "Fuck i'm sorry i don't know where that came from."
"It's okay don't worry, i am crazy but i'm on my meds." He smiled at me "Get some sleep Ror."
I nodded yet again "I'm so sorry i've fucked up your lives."
"You haven't Aurora i promise." Mickey reminded me
"I just feel like every day something happens to me that affects you."
"Your sick Rory, we will get you help, It worked last time." He smiled as he walked out my room
once everyone had left i lay down in my bed as i stared at the ceiling. My dad getting out was a scary though, i tried to hard to get to sleep but i couldn't stop thinking about all the things he had done to me
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"AURORA you got an F on your paper." He shouted "Get here now."
"I'm sorry dad i tried my hardest." I replied smiling at him, but i knew what was coming
"You prick always letting me down." He punched me round the face "You fucking failure."
He continued to punch me intill i was lying on the floor, blood pouring out my nose, my eye already showing up a purple color "fuck." i groaned sitting up
"Do better next time Rory, i hope that has taught you a lesson."
I nodded as i scrambled back to my room bloody and hurt.
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FanfictionRory Milkovich is the youngest Milkovich in the family. She is 14 years old and completely different to her siblings. She practically lives with the Gallagher family since her dad abused her since she was very young, causing her to even get pregnan...
