Chapter 6

James' POV

James was pacing the hotel room. He was worried sick about Danica. He hadn't wanted to leave her with her bastard of a father, but he knew that if he had stayed, it would have put Danica in more danger. Her father could have called the police and had them throw him and his friends out of the house. Then that man would be even harder on Danica. But he still worried about her. As soon as the sun goes down, James planned on going back to her house to check on her.

"Dude, stop pacing, you're freaking me out," Logan complained. Carlos and Kendall agreed. James sighed and threw himself on the couch. He looked at his watch and said, "It's 7:30pm. I'll give it an hour and I'm going to go check on Danica. Logan, will you come with me? She's probably going to need medical attention." Logan nodded with a concerned look on his face.

Five minutes later, Carlos shouted loudly, "STOP PACING, JAMES!"

James hadn't realized that he had been pacing again. "Oh, sorry," he said quietly and sat on the couch again. Carlos said even quieter, "You're really worried about her, aren't you?"

James gave him a look and said, "No shit, Sherlock! That guy could kill her! She's so small! Her father is a freaking ass hole!" The quietness of the apartment returned as the wait continued. No one even bothered to yell at James as he started pacing again.

Danica's POV

The house was dark when I finally opened my eyes. I sat up with a cry of pain. Every inch of my body was screaming in agony. I just sat on the floor of the kitchen for a while before trying to stand up. My legs wobbled under me and I collapsed. A tear slid down my face as I realized that my father had gone farther than ever before when he beat me today.

Speak of the devil. My father walked into the kitchen a moment later. He stared at me for a long moment. Then he did something that chilled me to the bone. He smiled.

"Awake at last, my Sleeping Beauty?" he laughed loudly. "It's your lucky day, cause' I got a job! And it's my lucky day because the job is far away from YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A MISTAKE AND NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN BORN! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD, LIKE YOUR MOTHER!" Tears flowed down my face as I took in what my own father had just said to me. I was a mistake? Would things be better if I was really dead?

My father aimed one last kick at me and caught me in the stomach. As I doubled over in pain, I heard the door slam and a roar as my father drove away from here, away from me.