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Sophia's POV

I am so glad that phoebes behavior has gotten better. She has returned to being her kind, friendly and cute self and as a result my parents are less stressed. It is such a relief. Over the last week though my nightmares have returned and I have no idea why. I keep having nightmares about my birth mother and jack. They really are awful. I refuse to tell my parents about my nightmares. There is no point in them worrying about it. I'm sure they will go away. I get them the odd time but now they are like a nightly occurrence.

My throat has also become really sore but there is not a chance that I am telling my parents about that. Over the last few years I have been getting tonsillitis often at least four times a year and the only reason I haven't had them removed yet is because I have flat out refused much to my dads dismay and convinced them ti let wait. My grandmother said if I get it again I will have to get my tonsils removed. I hate being a patient in the hospital but I enjoy working in the hospital. I know that there is not much in removing your tonsils but I still refuse to get them removed. I will just have to act normal and pretend that I am fine. But I am also really tired and feel sick but I can't tell my parents because they won't allow me to go to school and cheerleading practice and I am already behind due to me having to miss out on a months worth of practice due to me being grounded.

If I am sick dad won't let me do anything but it hurts to swallow so I don't know how I am going to eat breakfast without my parents noticing. I'll just have to try my best. I think I have a bit of temperature as-well but I will just have to try avoid my parents. The last thing I want is to be in the hospital getting my tonsils removed and i will be brought in straight away and avoid waiting lists due to who my grandmother is.

"Sophia breakfasts ready." My dad calls.

I make my way downstairs freaking out the whole time I hope it is porridge or something easy like that to eat. When I go into the dining room I see that we are having scrambled egg and toast it's not to bad but I don't know how I'm going to eat the toast.

"Morning sweet pea." My dad says as he eats his dinner.

"Morning dad." I say as I sit down and attempt to eat my breakfast. It hurts with each mouthful I swallow but I am doing my best to ensure that it is not noticeable. I'm relatively quiet throughout breakfast and my sibling and my parents are taking away I'm not listening to a word that they are saying.

"Sophia."

"Sophia." My dad calls.

"Yes dad." I say realizing that he is calling me.

"Are you alright your awful quiet this morning." He asks.

"Yes I'm fine dad I'm just a bit tired." I say and instantly regret it I should not have said that I am tired.

"I hope all of things you are doing if not wearing you out."

"No dad I'm fine honestly I just didn't sleep well last night." Why do I keep digging myself into a bigger hole. Dad is going to get suspicious as to why I did not sleep well and I don't want to tell him that my nightmares have returned he will probably make me go see Dr Flynn again and that is the last thing I want. To my surprise though dad just says.

"Well try get to bed earlier tonight Sophia."

"Ye dad I will." If I'm being honest I just want to go back to my bed right now and sleep all day but I will not allow that to happen.

I somehow manage to finish most of my breakfast and then sawyer drops me to school. I manage to make it through the day but I found it really hard to focus.

In have now returned home and I go straight up to my room and fall asleep.

Next thing I know I am in a dark smelly room and all I can smell is alcohol and damp. Then I see my mother and jack approaching me and start hitting me I start screaming for my dad.

"Sophia Sophia wake up sweet-pea you are safe I'm here." I hear a voice call and then next thing I know I am up and crying into my dads shoulder.

"Sophia your fine I'm here." My dad says as he places a kiss on my forehead.

"Sophia you are burning up." My dad says. I decide not to answer him.

"Sophia answer me honestly now do you feel alright."

"I feel fine dad." I croak out my throat is so sore and my head is pounding and I'm burning up this is not good.

"Sophia don't lie to me you are burning up tell me what hurts." He says. I know that I have been caught out and that I have to tell him the pain Is to much it's worse than I've ever had it before.

"My throat and my head is sore dad." I manage to say.

"Sophia how long has your throat been hurting you." He asks as he rubs my hair I know he isn't going to like my answer.

"Around four days but it only got this bad today before it was fine just felt a bit scratchy."

"Sophia you are telling me that you have been sick for four days and that you have not told me or your mother. Why." He asks getting mad he hates when we keep these types of things from him especially when it has to do with your health.

"I knew it was tonsillitis and grandma said if I got it again that I would have to get them removed and I don't want to have surgery or stay in the hospital."

"Sophia you know it has to be done for your overall health I'm going to ring your grandmother right now and get the thermometer because you are burning up." I just nod and accept my fate. Dad goes into my bathroom and gets a thermometer my dad gets worried when he sees it is 104. So he rings my grandmother straight away. Then he goes and gets a wet cloth and puts in on my forehead in order to cool it down.

After a while my mother returns home and when she comes up stairs she turns into a mother hen and is freaking out over my temperature. Soon after my grandmother arrives.

"Sophia darling I'm afraid it is tonsillitis and it looks way worse than any other time you have had it. Also your high fever is worrying me. I don't think oral antibiotics are going to help this time I think she is going to need them through an IV." My grandmother says. I start freaking out.

"No gran I can take then orally I don't need an IV it's not even that bad." I say desperately.

"Sophia your grandmother is the doctor here and she will decide what treatment you receive. I know you hate needles and IVs but sweetpea it's for your own good." My dad says calmly.

"And I'm sorry sweetheart but there will be no more putting of getting your tonsils removed I'll arrange the operation to be in a few days. But we are going to have to go to the hospital in order to get your antibiotics into you."

"Please I don't want to go the hospital." I plead with my parents and grandmother.

"Sophia I'm sorry sweet-pea but this is not up for negotiation. You will be going to the hospital for as long as you need. I know you hate being a patient in hospitals but sweet pea it's for your own good. We love you so much and can't afford for anything to happen to you." My dad says solemnly as he gives me a hug.

I want to be mad at him but I just can't be.

"Okay I'll go but just know that I'm not happy about it." I manage to croak out.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will most likely have more time to update now so I will try and update weekly. Please review.