AN: I know this has been a long time coming but things just get on top of me sometimes. Hopefully this is nearly done and the next few updates won't be too far apart. I really am so sorry...

Chapter 13 BPOV

I look down at my phone, 1:55. One more set then it's time to sign off and set a standard playlist for the last hour of club life. To be perfectly honest I'm surprised how many people actually stay out this long, I would give anything to be at home in my bed with my girls. The vibrating of my phone alerts me to an incoming text, deciding to wait until I finish to look I set up the playlist on the club's computer before packing up my laptop and USBs ready to leave. Remembering I have a text I take out my phone. Two unread messages from Aubrey? What is she still doing up? I open them and barely manage to keep my grip on my phone. My first instinct is to call the police but what am I supposed to tell them? I think there's something wrong at my house because my girlfriend sent me a weird text? As if they'll go for that. My next idea is to call Chloe but she still has 4 hours left of her shift. Shit! I decide to go with instinct and dial 911.

"911 what is your emergency"

"Hi, my girlfriend just texted me and told me not to go home alone that it's dangerous. I think there's something wrong at the house?"

"I can't help you with relationship advice honey If you're done with your little prank then-"

"No wait! Something's wrong. She's at home with her 17 year old sister who recently ran away from their abusive dad. Something's wrong. Please I need someone to check it out I'm still at work twenty minutes away. Please."

"Alright miss an officer has been dispatched to your current address."

"NOO I'm not home, I need it to go to my address, my house, not here. 3645 Habersham road Apartment 4D."

"Okay and officer has been dispatched to that address. Do you need to stay on the line until the officers make it to you?"

"I don't need officers, I can drive myself home. Please just make sure- ugh never mind. Thank you." Hanging up the phone I run to my car and prepare to break a few laws so I can get home as fast as humanly possible, letting out a silent prayer that my little dysfunctional family is okay...

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I couldn't help the tears that were leaking down my face watching him be so tender and loving with her was disturbing. I knew my father was bad, he had a temper, a mean streak, but I don't recognise this man. He is certifiably insane. Seeing him tuck the loose hair behind Sarah's ear, sing her a lullaby and comb his fingers through her hair until she was asleep, it would have been a touching moment between father and daughter under any other circumstance. But it wasn't any other circumstance. The red flashing numbers of the alarm clock are mocking me, changing extra slowly, 2:18. Come on Beca. Please, please have sent someone.

Just as the thought crosses my mind I hear the door crash. My dad's flash to me before looking down at Sarah again then pushing himself from the bed and running out of the room. As soon as he's gone I run to my sister, waking her up. One of her eyes has swollen shut and she winces when she hears the voices in the other room. We both scream at a loud crash, Sarah breaking down in sobs. I want desperately to go out there and see what is happening, to watch my father being taken down, to show Sarah that she'll be safe, but I can't bring myself away from her broken body. I lean down to kiss her head, pulling her closer as two people race through the door and approach the bed. They manage to separate us both, they're trying to speak to me but all I can hear is Sarah screaming for me. They keep sitting me down, pulling my face to them, trying to help me before eventually giving up and letting me go to her. I think her fingers leave bruises with how tight she grabs my arms but I don't mind. The pain means she's here, means she's alive. It's like we're in a bubble, they keep trying to see to us but we don't hear what they're saying. I don't even realise I'm shaking until one of them pulls me to the bed to sit down and stop me collapsing. The dots in my vision get larger and larger until they completely take over and I pass out.

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The flashing lights of police cars greet me at the entrance to our apartment building. Officers escorting a big man in handcuffs out of the door is all I need before I'm practically flying across the street to the door and up the stairs. I need to see what he's done. I stop on the third floor seeing paramedics carrying an unconscious Aubrey on a gurney. Her face has a huge bruise and she's slightly shaking. I can't old in the tears at the sight of my girlfriend. I'm only pulled out of my little moment by the sounds of screaming. Pure terror filled screams coming from our floor. I know it's Sarah, she sounds terrified. I plough through the officers and residents ignoring the calls following behind me. All I can think about is getting to that little girl. She needs me. What I see breaks my heart. A paramedic holding her whilst the other tries to calm her down but she just keeps screaming and fighting, her face covered in tears, eyes wild. I do the only thing I can think of, holding her face and turning her to face me, looking into those Terrified eyes. I see the exact moment she recognises me and catch her as she sags into me. I bring her close to me, as if trying to convince myself she's okay, she'll be fine, we'll get through this. My phone is buzzing in my pocket but I don't care, all that matters right now is Sarah.

"Miss, we need to take her in. she needs immediate medical attention. We took her sister down to the first ambulance already. You can accompany her but we need to get her out and examine the full extent of her injuries."

I nod and look at Sarah's face, her eyes screwed shut, fistfuls of my shirt held in her tight death grip.

"Okay Sarah? I need you to tell me where it hurts so the paramedics can help ans we can get you safely to the hospital." I know she must be in immense pain when she doesn't even protest to the hospital, just nods and doesn't speak so I try again.

"Sarah, where does it hurt most? I need you to speak to me." I feel her move a little and just about hear her whisper "Everywhere" and it makes me want to cry and scream and break down. When the paramedics explain check her over and give me the list of injuries they've seen I just want to take her away from everything and keep her safe. I can't watch them attach all the wires and tubes to her tiny little body. My phone rings as they're putting it in the ambulance and I look to see Chloe's face smiling up at me. I know I have to answer.

"Hi, Chlo can I talk-"

"BECA WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! THEY JUST BROUGHT AUBREY INTO THE ER! WHERE'S SARAH?!" I take a deep breath before answering.

"It's bad Chloe. Their dad was here. Aubrey was being taken to an ambulance when I got here and Sarah was upstairs, screaming. It's bad Chlo. We're coming in now. See you in about ten minutes okay? I need to go." She says okay and I hang up before climbing in the back and grabbing Sarah's hand...

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I wake up to Aubrey shaking me and loud voices shouting in the other room, things crashing and breaking. I don't know exactly what's happening, I don't know where dad is or who else is here but Aubrey is with me. I can't seem to get close enough to her, I almost wish I could completely melt into her and be 100% safe. I don't realise there are other people in the room until Aubrey is being pried away from me and hands are trying to turn me over. I don't register what they're saying all I can do is scream for my sister, scream and fight. My arms fly and my fists make contact with people's arms and faces, my feet kick out when they try to get me to calm down. Why are they touching me? What are they trying to do? I can't breathe, can't they see I can't breathe? After what seems like hours I feel Aubrey's cold hands take hold of my hands and I grab on, I don't even care how hard I'm holding on, she can't leave me again, I need her right now. I feel her start to shake her eyes rolling a little in their sockets, one of the voices in the room says something about shock before they pull us apart again, she sits down before she suddenly falls back and her shaking gets worse. I try to get to her but I'm being held back, screaming and kicking and crying, she needs me, can't they see she needs me. One of he people gets a needle out of his bag and sticks it in her arm slowing her tremors, there are lots of words being shouted that I don't understand or don't hear over my own screaming. I'm exhausted and my body hasn't been properly fed in a couple of days so all this screaming and fighting is tiring me out but I need to be with Aubrey. Why are they keeping us apart. I don't understand.

I feel two small hands on either side of my face, turning me to look into dark blue pools full of concern and fear. Beca. The Paramedic lets go and I fall into her embrace, sobbing and crying. My body hurts, my vision sightly spinning but I don't care, Beca's here. I'm safe again. Beca's here. She came. She saved us. Beca came for me. Closing my eyes the roaring in my ears dulls to a slow whistle and I can slightly hear her talking to someone.

"Miss we need to take her in. She needs immediate medical attention. We took her sister down to the first ambulance you can accompany her but we need to get her out and examine the full extent of her injuries."

"Okay. Sarah?" I nod "I need you to tell me where it hurts so that the paramedics know how to help and we can get you safely to the hospital." I nod again but don't say anything.

"Sarah where does it hurt most? I need you to speak to me."

I nod again and sniffle before turning my face so my mouth is next to Beca's ear, whispering seems about all I can manage right now.

"Everywhere. My legs and my arm. My back, my chest. My head, my voice hurts."

I feel her hands sweeping the hair out of my face as she starts to rock me a little repeating everything I say to the paramedic. I can feel his gloved hands feeling over all the areas I said, when he reaches my arm I can't hold in my scream.

"The elbow is dislocated, minor burns to the wrist and base of her neck, breathing sounds irregular and slightly rattling like a drowning patient would, possible broken ribs, definite severe bruising to the face and torso. Are you okay to help me get her onto the chair and down to the ambulance?" Beca must have nodded because next thing I know I'm being lifted and crying openly as they load me onto their fold out gurney thing. The ride goes quickly, Beca's thumb rubbing circles into my wrist keeps me grounded. The first thing I see coming out of the ambulance is the worried face of Aubrey's red-headed girlfriend. I can see the tear tracks on her face, her hands floating over me but not touching me. I try to smile but I can't quite get my face to use the right muscles. She sobs as she grabs a part of the bed helping to push me in. I feel Them both kiss me on the head before I'm wheeled through some doors and they stay behind. The last thing I hear is Beca starting to sob into Chloe...

AN: I know it's not the best chapter ever and I'm sorry. I'm not very good at medical stuff so I'm going to skip the check ups and just go straight to the visiting next chapter so I don't get too much wrong. Please review, I really like seeing your feedback and what you thought. It helps me think of what to do next :)