You don't understand

Hi everyone, so in this chapter we learn a little bit about some of Connie's background (which I have made up so please don't go thinking it's true!) I am updating today but there is probably no way I will update tomorrow as I have to be in school for really early :( This means I will be dying tomorrow evening and probably won't upload. I hope you are enjoying the story so far, I would love to hear what you think so any reviews would be great :)

Issy xx

'It's daddy, he gets angry.' The colour drained out of Connie's face, soon turning red with anger.

'You're saying it's Sam that's doing this to you?' Connie's voice was steadily getting louder.

'Shh! Please! You promised you wouldn't say anything!' Grace looked panicked and was on the verge of tears as she looked up at her mother.

'He's your father for goodness sake Grace! He's supposed to love and protect you! Not do the opposite! I should've known not to send you here, how could've I have been so stupid?'

'Please! Be quiet!' Tears were running down the small girl's face as she tried to quieten her mother.

'No. This has gone too far, I could understand if it was somebody with a good reason, or you had had an accident. But your father, no. I'm going down there right now.' Connie got up off the bed and made towards the door.

Grace ran over to the door and blocked her mother's way, putting both her arms in front of her, still sobbing.

'No! Don't! It'll only make it worse! You don't understand!' Connie looked at her daughter, a distant memory suddenly hitting her hard. Her expression softened a little, and Grace lowered her arms in confusion.

'Mummy?'

'I'm sorry, come sit.' The two sat back down on Grace's bed.

'A long time ago, a while after my mum died, you know your grandma Annie?' Grace nodded and Connie continued. 'Well about a year after she died, my father brought back a new girlfriend, her name was Emma.

They were together for a long time, and I hated her. She was always nasty to me, called me a little brat- but never around my dad. When he was out, and I did something wrong, she would hit me.

It was only after my dad noticed I was covered in bruises that he broke up with her and called the police, who soon took her away. We never saw her afterwards, I was so thankful for that, and I vowed I would never forget that, but here you are telling me I don't understand. I'm sorry darling, I know how it feels.' Connie pulled Grace into a tight hug, at which Grace winced at.

'I love you mummy.'

'I love you too. Please let me sort this out?' Grace looked into her mother's eyes, and nodded.

'Thank you.' Connie whispered into her daughter's hair.