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A/N: I'm sosososososososo sorry its taken so long to post this, I've had major writers block and if it wasn't for my amazing fellow author, I wouldn't have written this for another few weeks :L haha, once again, sorry and I hope you enjoy ;DxoxoxoxoA (MissAbbieHudson)


Ella’s POV
Why the hell did I try to kiss him? He doesn’t like me like that. I’m so stupid. He looked so scared. I always manage to fuck good things up. He probably wouldn’t talk to me ever again. Quickly I ran into my house and shut the door.
“Dad?” I called out into the silent hallway.
No reply.
He must be out still. As I walked through the house, the smell of stagnant whiskey and suffocating cigarette smoke unfortunately met my nose. Turning the corner of the living room I saw a very familiar sight, a sight no daughter should have to see, my father passed out drunk on the sofa with about 4 empty spirit bottles surrounding him.
Quick as a flash I ran up the stairs: it was only a matter of time before he woke up and I didn’t want to be here for that; but where was I supposed to go? Mikey probably won’t want to talk to me ever again, but what about Gerard? If I show him what my Dad does to me, maybe he’ll help me get out of this living hell.
I grab my black rucksack and stuff most of my underwear into it. I throw in about 3 pairs of various coloured skinny jeans; random clean band-shirts and a pair of black converse. A pack of pencils and my sketch book are tossed in and I kiss all of my teddies goodbye. Don’t judge, I love my teddies. I clambered into my blue Docs and flew down the stairs.
I heard movement in the living room. Shit.
“And where the fuck do you think you’re going, slut?”
He grabbed me by my hair and punched me in my stomach and hit me across the cheek. I aimed my knee for his ‘manly’ area.
Crunch! He fell onto his knees with a very girly squeal.
“Haha, I hope that burns asshole. Bye!”
Sprinting out the door, I gave him a very un-ladylike hand gesture and jumped into Gee and Mikey’s drive-way. I pounded on the door, adrenaline running through my veins; tears and blood running down my face. Gerard opened the door and his jaw fell.
“What the fuck happened?!!”
“Can you just let me in please; I need to hide for a bit.”
“Sure!”
Gerard moved backwards so I could get in and shut the door behind me. When I turned around he was staring at me intently. I could feel the sobs ready to rip through my body.
“Can I use your bathroom please?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
“Sure, it’s up the stairs, the third door on the left.”
“Thanks.”
I walked up the stairs, wincing as I pulled each leg up, stretching my abdomen. Closing the bathroom door behind me I slid down the door, my body shaking as I cried. I cried for my lost friendship with Mikey; for leaving my Dad and for barging straight into the house of the person who probably hates me.
Why should I cry for leaving my Dad? He hurt me; he was hurt to. He needs help; just not off me.
I pick myself up off the floor and walk towards the sink. Braving a look into the mirror, I’m horrified with the face that looks back at me. There is blood and tears running down my cheek. There is a cut underneath my eye and a purple bruise forming around my eye. I clean my eye up a bit and have a talk with myself. I need to brave up and go and talk to Gerard.
Opening the door I’m faced with a very sheepish Mikey. My breath hitches. He looks into my eyes and I can see the hurt flash through them. He shakily lifts one had up to my bruised eye.
“What happened to you Ella?”
“M-My Da-Dad.”
“Your what?”
“My Dad, he did this to me.”
I broke back down into tears. Mikey wrapped his arms around me and rubbed his hands up and down my back. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Mikey didn’t hate me!
I heard Gerard walk up the stairs.
“Ella, do you want to come down stairs and talk to me and Mikey properly? I’ve made a fresh pot of coffee.”
As I looked over Mikey’s shoulder Gerard smiled at me and I couldn’t help but giggle at him.
“Okay.”