*Phil POV*

I wake up with a start. This is the third time since Chris died that she woke up screaming, and since Alex and Carrie are trying to prove that they are right for parenthood, I can't do anything to help. I hear Dan stirring in the little camp bed that he's been sleeping in for the past week. He's so adorable when he sleeps- focus, Phil! I can't think of him like that any more, plus, daughter screaming again!

The problem is that Carrie and Alex are reluctant to take her to the doctor about her night terrors, claiming that 'its just a phase. It'll be over soon' and they won't listen to me when I tell them she may have PTSD. This sounds like such a horrible thing to say, but they are not fit parents. I heard Alex tell Alexa to 'stop being a stupid little teenager' the other day. Also, Carrie and Alex were talking in the kitchen about how Alexa seems like she's looking for attention. They don't know how to look after an eleven year old. They speak to her like she's five but act as if she should understand things that adults don't even fully understand. I strain my ears, but there's no rushed footsteps towards her bedroom, no calm voices telling her to be quiet, however I can still hear her thrashing about in her bed. I seize the opportunity and rip off the bed covers. My hands find my glasses and I shove them onto my face. I pad along the carpet hallway to her bedroom, and slowly open the door, hoping not to wake anyone else up. I have no idea what time it is, but it's pitch black so I know it's obviously late. My bum perches on the end of her bed and I put my hand on her face. My thumb grazes her cheek, and she begins to calm down.

"Mmph- dad?" She moans quietly.

"Shh shh. What's up hon?" She sits up slowly, her body shaking like a leaf.

"It's- it's my fault" she whispers, before bursting into tears. She falls into my lap, sobs escaping her lips and tears drenching the thigh of my pyjama trousers. I stroke her hair gently, calming her, until she stops crying completely.

"What's your fault, sweety?" I can hear a sharp intake of breath as she opens her mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a hysterical mumbling. She begins to sob again, and I can just about make up her sentence

"If I hadn't- hadn't have been bul- bullied then you and Da- Dan would still be- be together and you wouldn't have had been in- in the car with- with Chris" she wails and slumps back into my lap.

"Listen, baby, what happened isn't your fault, or my fault, or anyone's fault! Dan and I breaking up- well, things happen. I really wish it didn't, and if I could I would take Dan into my arms and tell him how much I love him. But I can't" she sits up and sniffs.

"Why can't you?" Her eyes flicker just above me, then she looks back at me. "How much do you still love him?" I breathe out.

"So much. It physically hurts, not having him next to me every day, and it gets boring living alone. He was my everything, without him I'm nothing" she nods

"So why can't you tell him"

"Because, well, he doesn't love me, does he? Anyway, you're young, I shouldn't be burdening you with my problems. What I am going to do is take you to the doctors, okay? Come here!" I pull her into a hug and she hugs back. It feels genuine, it feels right.

"Phil-" but the familiar voice is interrupted too soon.

"What are you doing? It's 6 o'clock in the mor- what do you think you're doing with our daughter?"

"Carrie pl-" Carrie stares at Alexa with hurt in her eyes, as she gets called by her first name.

"That's 'mum' to you thank you very much"

"You're welcome!" Alexa chuckled, feigning innocence. Wow, she's definitely Dans daughter. I let a small laugh escape my lips.

"What are you laughing at?! We are her parents! Not you! So we should be able to look after her, not you! Not my fault you can't look after her" I gasp at Carries harsh words, and I open my mouth to tell her that she ain't all that as a mum herself, but Alexa stands up.

"Shut up! That was completely unnecessary! He's more of a parent to me than you will EVER be! Aren't parents supposed to want there children? He looked after me for eleven years because YOU didn't want me! It was people at school who ruined it for him, so don't you DARE blame him for this! If I could stay here, I would, but I can't. But either way, I would rather live in a CARE HOME than live with the joke that I call parents! Now get out! All of you! Except Phil. Buh-bye" Carrie does as she's told, and I can see tears in her eyes, hurt filling every feature on her face. Dan is stood, staring at me, smiling. He turns around to leave, but Alexa calls him back. He sits on the bed, as close to me as I'll allow. I shuffle away slightly, not comfortable with how close he was sat. Alexa stands up, and I can see her still shaking after her nightmare.

"Can I ask you something. Why did you two break up in the first place?" I shoot a glance in his direction, hoping that he will explain, because honestly, I'm not 100% sure myself. Luckily, he does. But I wasn't expecting what he said.

"It was all my fault. I overreacted, I left Phil. It's my biggest ever regret and I wish I hadn't. But I did" he catches my eye, and I open my mouth to say something, but all I do is burst into tears. I'm not fully sure why, but I do. I run out of Alexa's bedroom and into mine, slamming the door. I collapse on my bed and hear two sets of feet running towards my bedroom. I lock the door quickly, and Dan bangs on it.

"Phil! Phil I'm sorry, please! Please met me in" his voice sounds pained, on the edge of tears himself. I know he barely ever gets upset like this, so I can feel the guilt. I lift myself up with a slight groan and unlock the door. I open it, and the first thing I think to do is pull Dan into the tightest hug I can. It built up all these emotions. How much I've missed him these past few months and how much I love him. I pull away and wipe my eyes.

"Did- did you mean that?" He nods.

"Did you mean what you said to Alexa?" This time it's my turn to nod.

"Let's talk. Come in here" he pulls me into my room and shuts the door.

*Dan POV*

He trails behind me over to the bed and sits gingerly on the edge. I sit close to him, but this time he doesn't shift away, but I notice his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. A small smile plays across his lips and he looks up into my eyes, but he soon drops it when he sees my serious look.

"What?" He asks softly, and I grab his hand. To my surprise, he intertwines our fingers and rests them on his thigh.

"Phil, listen. Please. I'm really sorry about everything that's happened over the last few months, about me freaking out when Alexa was taken away. I know that's not your fault. I wish I was there to stop you from turning to the bottle. But I wasn't, and that's completely my fault. I'm sorry" I see his eye water, but he blinks it away.

"How do I know you're not trying to play me?" He asks. I'm somewhat hurt by this, but I know that he has a right to be wary. I lean in and lean in and close my eyes and...collision. I pour out every single emotion I have through my lips, proving to him just how much I love him through this kiss. I feel him smile underneath my lips, and I can't stop myself from doing the same. I pull away for breath, and I see it. The sparkle is back in his eyes. I haven't seen that for a long time. His smile is as wide as the ocean.

"Did that prove it?" I ask.

"Oh shut up" he replies and kisses me again.

*Alexa POV*

My bed feels like it's made of nails right now. It's been an hour since I woke up screaming, and I've spent this whole time staring aimlessly at the ceiling. I can't sleep now, what if the dream comes back. I need to speak to PJ. I need to apologise. I need him to know that I know it's my fault. It's 7:09am, and it's kind of dark out. He only lives about fifteen minutes away if I walk quickly. I'm sure nobody will mind. I pull on some track suit bottoms, a loose fitting t-shirt, some jeans and a hoodie and go ever so quietly downstairs. Luckily, our stairs make no noise. I grab Dans keys off the side - I know their Dans because of the lack of key rings - slowly unlock the front door, and let myself into the cool Swindon air. It's not that cold considering its December. I lock the door behind me and begin my journey.

When I arrive, it's 8am. I must have been walking reeeeaaaalllyyyyy slowly for it to have taken forty-five minutes. Plus, I did get lost halfway. I knock on the door, hoping he is awake. It opens almost immediately, with PJ wearing black skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I find it weird that men in their thirties still wear skinny jeans, but to be perfectly honest, you wouldn't look at PJ and think he was in his thirties, he looks about the same age as he did in the pictures Phil showed me from fifteen years ago.

"Alexa? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you, can I come in?" He moves his body slightly to allow me to manoeuvre past him, and shuts the door. I make my way to the living room, and sit on the sofa.

"Would you like a drink?" He shouts.

"Just water!" I shout back. "Why are you up and dressed so early?"

"Haven't been able to sleep since... Anyway, why are you here?" He asks as he comes in with a glass of water and a fruit shoot. He's like a child, I swear.

"I had a uh...a nightmare last night. It was about you, and it kind of made me want to speak to you. I need to tell you that I'm sorry, PJ. It's my fault Chris died, and I don't want you to hate me for that" he stares at me with interest, his eyes misty with tears.

"Don't be ridiculous. How could it possibly be your fault, you lived in London!" I take a deep breath.

"I was the reason Dan and Phil split up. I was being bullied for snapping at my friends. I lost my memory. I wish I could go back to the day that it all went wrong and rectify it. But I can't" tears roll down his cheeks, and he wipes them away.

"I appreciate you coming here, but I don't want you to beat yourself up. Chris died because some dickhead doesn't know to drive a bloody lorry. If I could go back, I would have made Dan and Phil work their problems out. I had the power to do that. But I was stupid enough to think that the problems would go away on their own. In that sense, you could blame me for what happened. But this isn't the blame game, what happened wasn't anyone's fault except the driver of the lorry" the tears are coming full force now.

"I'm sorry PJ, for making you cry" I Jump across the sofa to him and hug him tight. He hugs back without saying a word.

"I'm going to miss you, when you go back to London. You're a sweet girl. No wonder Chris loved you so much" now I'm the one crying. I pull away, sniffing, blinking the tears away. And that's when my phone rings in my pocket. I answer without looking at who it is.

"Hello?" I say

"Alexa where the hell are you? We're all worried about you!"

"I'm at PJ's"

"You stupid girl! We've been worried sick! How could you be stupid enough to leave on your own when it's dark! You're not an adult, you can't go to places on your own!" Tears roll down my cheeks at my 'mums' harsh words.

"Well-" I start, but I'm interrupted.

"You know we're going home tomorrow. You need to pack! Now get your ass back home right now. You're in so much trouble!" Maybe it's time for me to stand up for myself.

"I'll come back, but I'm not packing my things. I'm not going home tomorrow. I'm staying in Swindon, with the people who actually want me. I don't want to live with you any longer. You may be my real parents, but you're no real parents of mine" I hang up and PJ just stares at me. I'm really in for it now.

So guys, this is the second to last chapter. Sad, I know. I will probably finish 'It Wasn't Just An Accident' at some point, but if you guys have any promts or starters I will write a story based around that!

I couldn't actually think of a way to bring Chris back in to the story, I'm sorry!

Anyway, look out for the final chapter, which will be hopefully up within the next couple of days, don't forget to maybe send me some prompts...if you want.

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Love always,

~Georgie'xo~