Since this chapter is so short, I'm going to post two chapters for you guys.
Thank you again for all the great reviews. I see many were shocked at Dougie's dad's reaction. Let's just keep our fingers crossed that things turn out for the best in the end.
Enjoy!
I jerked awake and was greeted with complete darkness. I sat up slowly, my limbs stiff and aching from earlier in the day, and tried to look around. I could tell immediately that I wasn't in my room. The bed was on the wrong side of the room, there was no bed stand and I could smell the faint hint of perfume.
I slid my hand across the smooth wall beside me, blindly looking for the sting so I could pull open the blinds to the window. My fingers curled around the cord and pulled up, letting the moonlight flood my sister's room.
I looked around her room, finding two of her drawers were still left open and emptied from my father's urgent need to get me in here. I barely remember it ever happening. The adrenaline I had felt during the fight wore off and exhaustion took it's place, leaving me practically unconscious on my floor.
I could still hear Debbie crying in my head. Her frightened voice pleading for him to stop and leave me alone. My breath caught in my throat as I remembered the sound of a skin connecting on skin and her scream. I just laid there while he hit my sister.
My breath quickened, my hands balled into fist and hopped off the bed and charged to the door, pulling at the handle to find I was locked in. My anger only rose and I punched the door repeatedly, the pain from it not even registering over my anger and frustration. I screamed and punched for a few more seconds until my hand became numb and I slid to the floor in defeat.
Silence filled the house and all I could think about was if my sister was okay and if Danny knew what was happening. Even if he didn't now, he was bound to find out. He would worry, he would care and he would find a way to get to me.
I hope.