Playing on broken strings.

chapter 6

"hey em wheres christian taking you on your date?" i ask a half asleep emma.

"the local italian paulos i think" she says

"looks like we are going on a double date" i laugh 

"oh thats great" she smiles over at me.

"night ems" i say 

"night chummy" she says before i get out of bed turning out the light and returning to my bed.

Rolling around in my bed all i can think about is justin and his sweet lips until i gradually fall into a peaceful sleep.....................

*FLASHBACK*

Tears streaming down from my eyes i hear another plate being broken downstairs.

Realising this situation was getting real quickly i run threw to my brother to find him already sat up in bed crying.

Running over to him i wrap my arms around him before he hides his face in my chest as the tears fall from his eyes uncontorably

"Shhh dylan everythings going to be alright you need to try and be quiet for me" i whisper barely being able to speak for myself.

I hear a terror screeched scream from downstairs knowing he had hit her again.

This was when i realised my Dad was coming up the stairs.

Instantly i hid my little brother in the wardrobe to prevent him from getting hurt

"Pippa dont leave me" he begged

"Dylan you have to stay in here and dont come out until i come for you" i said barely keeping in my tears.

He nodded not being able to speak fear was washed across his face as i shut the wardrobe door.

i began to head back threw to my room when i saw my Dad sat on my bed anger across his face.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU AND YOUR THICK SKULLED MOTHER ABOUT EATING DINNER BEFORE I WAS HOME"  he shouted sending a shiver down my spine.

He gets angry and the smallest things.

"im im im sorry" i whimpered and before i knew it he slapped me across the face causing my body to hit the floor as he proceded to kick me in the stomach.

"SORRY ISNT GOOD ENOUGH YOU LITTLE BITCH IM ASHAMED TO CALL YOU MY DAUGHTER" he snapped

His words tore threw me like knives.

"pleasee stopppp" i pleaded trying my best to speak and not break down.

That was when he smashed the glass picture frame on my window sill and picking up a shape shard of glass he scraped it against my back i felt as it harshly tore threw my skin i winced in pain and began to cry even more if that was possible.

"I HOPE IT SCARES SO THAT IT WILL PERMANATELY REMIND YOU OF WHAT A GOOD FOR NOTHING WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT YOU ARE"  he said before storming out of my room then procedding to leave the house

Trying my best to get off the floor i stumble into dylans room opening the closet door and checking he was ok.

"PJ what happened to you" he cried when he saw how beat up i was.

"its only a scratch" i said barely being able to speak as my blood dripped onto the floor.

"get back into bed Dylan its fine hes gone and wont be back for a while dont worry" i said kissing his forehead hoping he would be ok.

That was when i remembered.....MOM.

Running down the stairs as fast as i could i forgot about the pain i was in myself and began to search the house for my mom.

"MOM MOM MOM" i whimpered trying to find hes 

"im sorry" i heard

"MOM WHERE ARE YOU" i cried

"sssorrry" i heard it again

I walked into the kitchen to find my mom on the kitchen floor with a glass shard stuck in her side and she just sat there weak and lifeless...........repeating one word to herself.

"ssssorry sssorry ssssorry sssorrry"

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP" i screamed sitting up in bed 

Emma sat up looking at me crying and screaming in bed.

She sat up and hugged me.

"its okay pippa hes gone now hes not here shhhhh" she soothed me 

"ssorrry sssorrry sorrry" i said to myself

I had just had a nightmare of the worst night of my life.....