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Annika's P.O.V.

 

"We're leaving. Now hurry up," I blankly stared at Cam. Should I listen to him? Which would be worse? Staying with my drunkard, sexually abusive father. Or my alcoholic brother. "Are you deaf?!" Cam shouted in a clear attempt to make me answer. 

"I-I…" I stuttered, suddenly anger crossed my mind. I felt my heart go cold. "No," I muttered. "I'm not going with you Cam." 

"Really?!" He shouted at me. "Who are you gonna run to when your little boyfriend leaves for London?" 

"NIALL IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" 

"You just he was. Whatever Annika. I sobered up for you," Cam spat at me, making not attempt to hide his disgust. "I sobered up long enough to get us out! Or do you wanna have your fathers third child…?" 

"Yeah Cam, long enough! What does that mean?!" I lost it, tears trickling down my cheeks. "That as soon as we get away your gonna start drinking again!" 

"GUESS WE WON'T FIND OUT!" Cam shouted, grabbing a suitcase out of his room and quickly fleeing down the stairs, out the door, probably never to be seen again. 

I walked back into my room, slamming the door behind me. I threw myself on the bed. Maybe I should have gone with him… No. I would have been worse off living with my alcoholic brother. I let out a shaky breath, tears streaming down my cheeks as I rolled over, staring at the ceiling. I thought about it again, reaching for my phone off the bed side table, quickly clicking Cam's contact. He picked up almost immediately. 

"What," His speech was clicked, angry, but not slurred like I had become accustomed to. 

"What happens if dad dies?…" I mumbled, trying to keep my voice steady so it wouldn't become evident that I was crying. 

"Sucks to be you," And with that he hung up. Cam was done with me. He had offered me a way out and I said no. So what would happen? My brother was gone, Niall and Ash would leave soon, and Bell and Julia were clueless…

Niall's P.O.V. 

"Hey leprechaun!" Bella's voice rang cheerfully through the phone. I took a deep breath, I had to tell someone. I was leaving in a week, and someone was going to have to take care of Annika once I left. "Niall… is something wrong?" 

"Annika…" I mumbled into the reciver, it was all i could manage to stutter out. My heart beat was ringing through my ears. "When I leave… you've gotta take care of her…" 

"Niall, she's fifteen… I think she can take care of herself…" Bella laughed lightly before realizing how serious I was about it. "She is trying to-" 

"yes. And you better watch out for it after I leave." 

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Bella's P.O.V. 

"Hey! Bell?" I heard Julia's voice right outside my door, she sounded panicked. I didn't think much of it. She didn't know where I was, otherwise she wouldn't have been yelling and looking for me, so I ignored her. "Bell?" She called again and I sighed, she only yelled for me twice if something was actually important. 

"Room!" I yelled, turning my music down as her smaller blonde head poked through the door. "What up freak?" I mumbled shutting my laptop quickly. 

"Do you…" She mumbled, staring at her feet. "Do you think Annika is hurting herself…?" I jumped off the bed, my eyes gone wild as I stared at my sister. 

"Are you stupid!" I shouted, towering 

"It was just a question…" Julia bowed her head, and then I started to think about it. 

"It was a good question…" I muttered, it was my way of admitting I agreed. "But I know the one person who would actually know…" 

"Niall," Julia mumbled walking out of my room. 

Annika's P.O.V. 

I slammed my bed room door shut. It was a good defense, but at least then my father would know where I was. Then we wouldn't scream around the house, stumbling over his drunk self to find me. I had found it was better he know, then it wasn't as bad when he found me. The abuse wouldn't go on as long. The slaps would be from the front of his hand, not the back. It was no cure for the sexual abuse that was sure to come later, but that was a whole different battle to fight. Sneaking out to Bella, or Ash around ten o'clock, hopefully before he came home from the bar. 

"ANNIKA!" Great, hadn't even thought of him yet. I poked my head out of the door, looking around quick for the male that held the voice. "ANNIKA!" He shouted again and I flipped my dark hair to look the other way. Huh, Cam hadn't gone out to party yet. "There you are…" He muttered, Cam was smart, he was athletic, he could have had a free ride to any college he wanted, and then… bam. His junior year came around. He started smoking, I thought it was just a faze. 

But then Mum died, not that he cared, and Dad started drinking, that he cared about. And I knew the faze would stick. He started drinking too, partying instead of going to practice, creating a rather lengthy police record for himself in a matter of months. Throwing away and chance of even going to college. He still managed to stay in shape though. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe we was drinking more whiskey then beer. Either way… Cam was an alcoholic too, he just wasn't an abusive drunk. 

"Can I help you?" I raised an eyebrow. I used to love Cam, he was sweet, and funny, and he was my best friend. But now, I could barely hold a conversation with him. All I saw was who he used to be…

"Where's Dad?" He mumbled, staring at me with a lighter blue eye then my own. 

"Don't know, don't care," I started to close my door, turning around when Cam's foot wouldn't let me. "What?" 

"Then we're leaving. Pack necessary stuff, I'm not letting him hurt us anymore. You have an hour. Go." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"We're leaving. Now hurry up."  

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