Chapter 3

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Uh? Where am I? I slowly open my eyes and hiss slightly at the bright light. When my eyes finally focus I realise I'm laid in a bed, and judging by my surroundings this is the nurse's office. Suddenly the memorie of what happened fills my head.

Lisa. She beat me up. Badly. But Jake. He saved me. My hero. I suddenly notice a figure stood by the large window at the far side of the room.

"Hey," my voice is hardly even a whisper and it's super croaky but some how the figure heard me and spins around.
"Your awake! Thank god!" I instantly know who it is. Jake.
"How long have I been.... uh ..... you know.....out?" I asked hoping I hadn't been out for too long.
"School ended like an hour ago. So you've been out for about 2 or 3 hours," I nodded my head slowly, then realised what he said.
"2 or 3 hours?! What about Eva?" Right on cue said person burst through the door. Her face red and her eyes puffy from crying. She noticed me and gasped. Then grabbed me in a bone crushing hug.

"Your ok!" She yelled "I'm so sorry I couldn't help you!" She leaned closer to me so Jake couldn't hear her. "But it turns out the new boy beat me too it!" She giggled/whispered. I blushed bright red and slapped her arm.

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When I arrived at my house my dad walked down the steps. The room stank of alcohol. Oh no, this is gonna hurt.

"Where were YOU!" my father demanded. He came towards me and grabbed my brown locks and threw me to the floor. OUCH! "I SAID Where were YOU!" He kicked my already swolen stomach.

"I got in a fight and got knocked out. Then got sent to the nurse," I said trying to hold back my sobs.
"WIMP!" He yelled at me.

My so called 'father' was still in his work suit, he wore no shoes exposing his feet covered by black socks. Grey stubble dotted across the lower portion of his jaw and long curly grey locks Sat ontop of his head. His eyes also grey, looked cold and sinister. They've been like that since my mother died. It was my fault. That's why my dad calls me a 'murderer'.

But that's another story for another time

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But that's another story for another time.

I felt a pain in my head and found my dad had slammed his empty beer bottle on my head. Glass flying everywhere cutting and getting stuck in my skin. Then my father left. Luckily I have a thick skull, so I didn't bleed too much.

I sorted out my new wounds and headed to the music's room and took a seat at the piano. I had memorized ' Will you take me home? ' by Jesse Glyne.
So I began to sing ....

"Wrapped up, so consumed by all this hurt

If you ask me, don't know where to start
Anger, love, confusion
Roads that go nowhere
I know that somewhere better
'Cause you always take me there

Came to you with a broken faith
Gave me more than a hand to hold
Caught before I hit the ground
Tell me I'm safe, you've got me now

Would you take the wheel
If I lose control?
If I'm lying here
Will you take me home?

Could you take care of a broken soul?
Will you hold me now?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?

Hold the gun to my head, count 1, 2, 3
If it helps me walk away then it's what I need
Every minute gets easier
The more you talk to me
You rationalize my darkest thoughts
Yeah, you set them free

Came to you with a broken faith
Gave me more than a hand to hold
Caught before I hit the ground
Tell me I'm safe, you've got me now

Would you take the wheel
If I lose control?
If I'm lying here
Will you take me home?

Could you take care of a broken soul?
Oh, will you hold me now?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?

[3x]
You say space will make it better
And time will make it heal
I won't be lost forever
And soon I wouldn't feel
Like I'm haunted, oh, falling

Would you take the wheel
If I lose control?
If I'm lying here
Will you take me home?

Could you take care of a broken soul?
Oh, will you hold me now?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home, home?
Oh, will you take me home?
Oh, will you take me home?"

"Will someone save me? Please!" I sighed as my dad pound his fists on the wall screaming for me to 'shut up'. "Please!" I begged.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

WHAT HAPPEND TO ELLA'S MUM?
WILL SOMEONE SAVE HER?
HOW WILL SHE EXPLAIN HER NEW MARKS?
CAN SHE EXCAPE HER EVIL FATHER'S GRASP?

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