TRIGGER WARNING! This contains Self Harm, Eating disorders, Suicidè, Child abuse and depression. If this is a sensitive topic for you then please don't read! By the way, if you are dealing with any of these things and need somebody to talk to, I'm here:)

Spencers P O V

"Why can't you be more like your sister! Not a little b*h that pokes her fat nose into other people's business!!!", My dad screams at me. I freeze at what he just said, before I can talk back, run away or cry, I feel a hard hand slap me across the face.

I look at my Dad, with rage in his eyes and his hand inches away from my face which he hit. I sprint to my room and shut the door as quick as I could. It's been like this for so long, and I don't know to do about it.

While I am sitting on my red leather chair with salty tears streaming down my cheeks, I hear a loud honk of a car outside my house. I peer put my window to see Hanna, I remember that she said she would pick me up.

I grab my shoes, bag and hair brush as I dart out of the house, hoping that I won't pass my Dad.

I walk out to see Hanna standing there with two coffees, "One long, skinny black, two sugars and no milk coming right--", She says, instantly stopping when she sees me.

At that moment I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the car window, I look terrible. I have a big, red hand mark across my left cheek, tears and mascara dripping down my face and my hair looks like I've survived a zombie apocalypse.

Hanna walks up to me and gently reaches for my hand, leading me into the passengers seat. She starts up the car. Once we've driven out of the street, she finds a parking bay and shops the car.

"Spence...", she mumbles, I see the tears glimmering in her eyes. "I guess I can't really say I fell over", I sob.

Hanna brings me into her warm embrace as the tears spill. "It...- It was your Dad... Wasn't it", she stutters. I realise there's no point in making up an excuse now, I nod my head, bursting out in tears.

Five minutes later of me crying uncontrollably, Hanna whips out her makeup bag. She starts dabbing and dusting things all over my face, resulting in me looking Fine and what happened this morning, never happened.

"We've got to tell the girls", Hanna says seriously. "No!", I say, a awful lot louder than I expected it to be.

"Well... At least, not yet", I say, quieter this time. "Okay, but we will have to tell them eventually", she states. "I guess", I say, my voice breaking for the hundredth time this morning.

Recess

"Hey", says Hanna as we walk over to Aria and Emily. "Hey", they chorus back.

They start there converstation as normal, talking about classes, our bed buddies, A. I remember Tobys coming home this afternoon from London. I think I'm going to ask if I can live in his loft for a while. Though I guess I am scared that he will find out. I remember once he almost saw the cuts in my wrists, nobody knows about it, and I intend to keep it that way. But my thoughts are broken by a more serious voice.

"Spence", Aria says, telling something is up. "I don't know how to exactly say this... But I'm going to try. We've noticed lately that you've been a little, well, out of it. You come to school every morning in tears, and... There are sometimes, bruises... On your body. Spencer, what the heck is going on?", Aria asks, tears filling her eyes.

I look around to Hanna, "Did you tell them?!", I whisper, wiping my eyes once again. "No! I swear", she replies.

"Tell us what?", Aria says slowly. "Ughhh", I mumble. "Spence, if you want I can tell them", Hanna says sympathetically. "NO! WHY CAN'T ANYBODY JUST BACK OFF ME FOR ONCE!", I shout.

"Spencer, please just tell us what's going on and we'll help you, but to do that you have to help us", Emily says shakily... Shocked by my sudden outburst.

I stay were I'm standing, staring down at them. "Please", Emily whispers, gently putting her hand on my wrist. But that's enough to send a shooting pain though my body, I gasp. I look at the girls, whose faces have turned white.

I look down to what they're looking at, my sleeve pulled up revealing scars and cuts riddled across it, I realise it must have gone up when I gasped and held my arm.

"Oh my god Spencie", crys Aria.

Without thinking I dash to the bathroom, I remember all the times my Dad has ridiculed me about my weight, even though I am as skinny as I twig.

I run to the toilet and stick my fingers down my throat. I wish I thought better about this, because the I hear somebody running in after me.

As soon as they open the door I realise it's Emily.

Emily's P O V

"No, it's okay", I say to Aria and Hanna. "I'll go in there".

I enter the bathroom to see Spencer crouched in front of the toilet with her fingers down her throat. "Spencer, Sweetie", I cry, as I kneel down beside her, pulling her fingers away from her mouth.

Once she is done she wipes her mouth and looks me dead in the eye. "Why?" I choke. Spencer paused for a minute before falling apart into a fit of sobs.

"They always... Always bully and hurt me", She crys while I cradle her in my arms. "Who is they?" I ask, almost not realising I am crying. "My parents, they always slap me, hurt me, call me fat and tease me", She says burying her head into my chest.

"Spence", I sigh, "can I see your wrists?".

She closed her eyes before rolling up her sleeve to reveal red raw cuts slicing her porcelain skin. She lifts up half of her shirt, showing me more cuts and green, blue and purple bruises.

"They made those bruises... Didn't they?" I ask, my hands shaking. She nods as I hold her tighter.

"Does Toby know?".

"God No Emily! He would flip and hate me", she squeaks.

"There is no possible way that Toby would hate you or flip, he loves you so much Spencer!" I sob.

I look back down at the vomit in the toilet. "Spencer, you are not fat", I soothe, "You are beautiful... Absolutely beautiful".

"I wish I thought the same thing", She crys. "You don't have to anwser this Spence, but how much do you weigh?" I ask.

"18 pounds", she mumbles. I am shocked, Spencer always had a skinny figure but I never thought it was because of this reason. "Oh Honey", I cry.

"Why didn't you ever talk to Hanna about it, she had Bulimia once too you know", I suggest. "Oh yeah, what was I supposed to say, Hey Han, do you mind maybe helping me today I have Bulimia", She says, slightly angry. I look over to see two people at the door... Aria and Hanna.

I feel Spencers body tense as she bursts out in tears.