My SongFics Chapter 4: 4 Confessions of a Broken Heart, a cheaper by the dozen fanfic

I do not own this song, called Confessions of a Broken Heart by Lindsay Lohan. Hope you guys like this.

Dedicated to J. Randstead:

Sarah Baker crept to edge of the banister. Her twin brother, Jake Baker, and younger brother, Mike Baker, were behind her. Sarah felt her face twist in disgust as Tom Baker, their father, raised his voice at their mother, Kate Baker.

He'd arrived home late from work, and was tired and angry. Kate had been waiting for him to arrive home since around seven and it was now ten o'clock.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good lord to make me fell better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older

The shouting increased and finally the sharp smack of Tom's hand hitting Kate's head reeled around the room.

Sarah shrunk away from the banister, tears streaming down her face. Abusive words could be heard from below, directed at Kate and the kids. Mike and Jake both fled to their rooms as they heard their parents beginning to come up the stairs.

Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go

Sarah could remember the dad he would be a few years ago. He was funny and happy and he would listen to them. He never, ever hit their mother.

But then he changed. His old self went somewhere deep away, and a cruel monster replaced it.

As Sarah retreated to her room, she could still hear her father shouting at her mother. Tears streamed down Sarah's face, and she let her hands wring helplessly together as she pressed herself against the closed door. In anger, she thumped out at the wall, feeling pain surge up her arm.

Sarah crumbled to the ground, the shouts echoing in her head.

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying. a part of me dying and
These are, these are the
Confessions of a broken heart

The next day, Sarah ate her breakfast in silence. Her eyes were still puffy and her mother saw from her tear-stained face that she had cried herself to sleep.

"Sweetie, it's okay," Kate ran a hand over Sarah's forehead and dropped a kiss. Sarah winced away from her touch, looking up at her face, and seeing bruising on her cheek. She shoved her bowl away and ran out the front door, in direction of school.

At school, Eliot Murtaugh let her cry into his shoulder until the bell rang, and then they parted for class.

Sarah paid no attention, her mind too busy replaying the scene from last night.

I wear all your old clothes. your polo sweater
I dream of another you the one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me that's what I needed

Prom night was next week, and Sarah forgot all her troubles at home as she danced with Eliot. Jake caught a ride home with them and then everything came flooding back.

Sarah didn't want the night to end, to have to go back into the house. Jake caught her eye, and they shared knowing looks.

Eliot kissed Sarah good-night and then she and Jake got out of the car and approached the front door.

The lounge light was on, but everything else was quiet. Sarah looked scared and Jake gave her hand a comforting squeeze, before pushing open the door.

So why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go

Sarah gasped as they entered the lounge. Lorraine Baker—still in her prom dress—was hunched over Kate's motionless body. Slumped on a chair, smelling like alcohol, was Tom. Sarah screwed up her nose at the stale smell, before crouching beside Lorraine.

Jake just surveyed the scene with lifeless eyes. Charlie Baker came down a moment later and put his hand on Jake's shoulder.

"I've rung the hospital and the cops," Charlie said in a whisper which barely audible. Lorraine just shook her head, and buried her head in her arm, sobs racking her body.

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are the confessions of a broken heart

Sarah had rung up Eliot. He arrived a few minutes later, his suit rumpled and his hair still slicked back, but out of place. He saw the flashing lights of the ambulance and the police cars, and enveloped Sarah in a hug.

The police came out a few minutes later, a heavily hung-over Tom feebly trying to push them away. They shoved his and hand-cuffed him, and then put him in the car.

A police-woman came over to talk to the siblings.

I love you, I love you
I love you, I love, I love you

Sarah loved the man. Her father. But it wasn't her father who had beaten her mother. It wasn't her father who had shouted and yelled, causing her to cry. It wasn't her father who was glaring at them from behind the bars of the police-car.

After answering questions, Sarah and Jake both drove to the hospital with Eliot. Charlie and Lorraine were going to stay home with the younger children and try to explain to them what had happened.

Nora Baker-McNulty, the eldest child, was going to meet them at the hospital with her husband, Bud McNulty.

It was a flurry in the hospital. Sarah glimpsed her mother being brought in on a stretcher, doctors and nurses swarming around her, shouting medical phrases. Sarah hung on Jake, feeling tears flowing down her cheeks. Eliot stood nearby, muttering indistinct words under his breath.

A nurse came out to them, her hair ruffled and her face worried. She gave Sarah a drink and then gave some words which she obviously thought were comforting.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Sarah mumbled, feeling the water get stuck in her throat at the nurse's expression.

A doctor came out a moment later.

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter

"I'm afraid that…That we've lost her."

Sad, yes. But rememebr, that all my stories are unrelated, so none will carry on from this.

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