Hey amazing readers!

I just want to get straight that the beginning of every chapter starts out with a flashback, unless said so.

Also, the ages are different too.

Teddy: 17 P.J.: 18 Gabe: 11 Charlie: 4 Toby: 3

Now here is chapter two!

"Mom? Dad?" P.J. pulled his little sister along in the dark house, his eyes were droopy from him being so tired, but he kept his energy, as he helped his sister, with a badly hurt foot, up the stairs.

They ran into P.J. and Gabe's room, and crouched down under the bed.

"Gabe! You can get out now!" P.J. gave a faint smile as he watched the seven year old, crawl out, hidden by a blanket. His smile dropped as he saw the tears on his little brother's face.

"Do you know where they are, Gabe?" P.J. looked at his brother, who was staring down at his bare feet, as he watched the tears drip onto the carpet. "Gabe?" P.J. looked at him, when he quietly mumbled,

"Downstairs." P.J. pulled his siblings down the stairs, but Gabe stopped them.

"I can't go down there, whatever happened was bad, I heard mom screaming, and dad yelling a lot, then, it just stopped suddenly." Gabe mumbled through his tears, which were falling rapidly.

P.J. looked at his sister, worry over his face. He raced down the steps, leaving both Teddy and Gabe upstairs. He slowed down when he stepped off the last step.

"Mom? Dad?" P.J. said, small fear in his voice, he stood up straight, "No matter what, I have to stay strong for Teddy and Gabe." P.J. said to himself as he searched the basement, and stopped before the large sliding door, which he was absolutely positive his parents were behind, he knew,

because he could see blood on it.

P.J. got his phone out of his pajama pocket, ready to call 911.

He slid the door open, with his eyes closed, afraid of what he was going to see, his mother was three months pregnant, so there was a major problem.

He opened his eyes, and immediately pressed the emergency button on his flip phone,

"911? Yes, I need the ambulance, now."

Gabe shuddered at the faint memory, he never liked the underside of beds, he had to hide under them so much, while he heard his parents yelling, and he never liked ambulances.

He could remember the flashing lights, as they carried both of his parents away, and they had to stay with the Dooleys for the night, before visiting them the next morning in the hospital.

Gabe trotted down the stairs,

as he jumped to the ground. He was distant from the rest of the family, he didn't talk to his siblings much except for Toby, he didn't speak to his parents, because he couldn't get their blank faces out of his mind as he watched them get loaded into an ambulance.

He didn't care anymore, he didn't look like his family,

so why should he be part of the family.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, checking if anybody was in there, to his luck, there wasn't.

He walked across to the refrigerator, and opened it to get a bottle of grape juice out, he hurried and rushed to the exit, but was stopped by his mother.

Amy looked down at her son, who she sadly hadn't heard of for a few day, and frowned at the terror in his eyes. "Gabe, honey, what's wrong?"

Gabe backed up, getting that horrible nightmare, of her face, that looked like she was dead.

He felt like his parents were ghosts, they were hurt so much when he was younger, that he swore they were.

Amy followed him, hurt in her eyes. Until he was up against the blackboard of the fridge, smudging the chores list for the week. "Gabe? What's up?" she reached her hand out, and held his shoulder, and after a few silent minutes, she pulled him into her, and hugged him.

Gabe closed his eyes and gave a faint smile, as he was warmed by his mother, that he missed, but he still felt distant to her.

Amy walked with him to the bright blue chairs, and sat him down in front of her. She looked him in his deep brown eyes and smiled at him, Gabe couldn't resist, and he smiled back at her.

"I'm sorry mom, It's just, I've been having nightmares about the times, when I had to hide under the bed when that man came into our house. I haven't been around a lot, because whenever I see you, I see your face when you were on the stretcher, your face was blank, and you looked dead," Gabe looked down, he couldn't look into his mother's worried blue eyes, he felt the warm tears glide down his cheeks, he looked up at Amy again, and cried,

"I don't want you to die, mommy!" Gabe started crying, and Amy honestly didn't know what to do. She scooted her chair close to him, and held him in her arms, and rocked him until his cries died down.

"I promise, sweetie, I won't leave you anytime soon." Amy looked at her son and frowned remembering all that she could remember of those horrible times, the horrible times that she was awake, and not unconscious, laying on a floor.

She nor Bob never told their kids about their bad past, she was too ashamed, and Bob was too vain. They both acted like it never happened, and moved on with their lives,

but nothing, nothing in the world,

could take it out of the back of their minds.

Teddy laid on her bed, thinking, she hated her room.

Of course she loved how big it was, and all the cool things her parents were nice enough to buy for her that were in there.

She loved everything in her room, but the room itself, gave her horrible nightmares each night, and for the first five months of after Charlie was born, Teddy hated her parents for setting her away in that dark room, the dark room where the three oldest kids would find their parents unconscious in, sometimes, not badly hurt,

but other times, seriously hurt.

Bob and Amy had to go into that room everyday, and clean out all the nasty memories in there, three months before Charlie was born. They wouldn't let any of their kids into the room in that time, and when they both announced to Teddy that she'd have to give up her room, she was silenced by both of them taking her down there, and seeing the amazing room her they put together for her.

She still hated it though, she barely ever touched the sliding door, and when she did, she touch the very edge of it.

She never walked in her room barefoot, she barely even walked in it with socks.

And she never, ever, looked under her bed.

At times, after thinking about it for a while, she hated her parents for not telling the dark secrets from their past that she knew existed,

she never knew who that man was, who would break into their house, and beat her parents, with she and P.J. barely escaping, and Gabe hiding under his bed.

She could remember her older brother's screams, as she raced down the stairs with her little brother, and seeing the lifeless look on her mother's face, as blood dripped out of her mouth. She wasn't even sure how Charlie even survived.

Teddy shook the memory out of her head, then walked out of her terrible room, and up the stairs.

That was chapter two! I hope you guys like it! And don't forget to tell me what you think! Chapter three is coming soon!