Another update, and I'm tired. School isn't really helping with my updates, it's like they hate me. I'm so hyper right now, I've got chocolate digestives and a cup of tea, nothing says goodbye spots like that, yeah I have spots on my chin and they seem to love my face, I make the bitches stay, ha!

Danny: So does Nick Jonas

Me: Please tell me that you'll stay...

Dougie: You ain't gonna stay for Nick are you?

Me: No, I've never even met him

Tom: That's good then!

Me: They've told me all about the stayer markers...

Harry: *nods wisely*

Dougie.

My heart was beating hard; Danny was driving fast, my mind flashed back when we had raced to save Summer last time.

The car drive was fast, very fast. Danny was crying in the bed seat. I stayed silent and stared out of the window, how can he hurt something so beautiful and delicate? Little Summer, being beaten by her father, by the he sounded, I shudder at the thought, he sounded furious. She seemed so fragile. Then anger ran through my body, if her dad lays one more finger on her, I'll hurt him, like he hurt Summer. But what if she is scared of me after?

"I can't believe, he was beating her right under my nose, it was all an act. The little princess and everything was a big fat lie, no wonder she still blames herself for mum's death" Danny sobbed, their mother died? I never knew. Before I knew it we were outside the house. There was a loud scream and we all ran out the car. The screams of pain were coming from the bathroom, and then they stopped. Danny practically flashed past us, up the stairs. We followed him. We stopped and stared, shocked and disgusted at the scene in front of us, Mr Jones, with a knife in his hand and the single word, mistake, craved into Summer's arm. "Dad!" Danny yelled, angry.

He stared at Summer, then Danny "please forgive me" He begged, there was no point.

"Just go, the police are on their way" James spat at him

"And don't you even think of hurting my friends" Danny warned him, the sound of sirens. "Go!" Danny commanded.

We rushed to Summer's side, the word mistake was dripping in her crimson blood. A tear drop landed on it, Summer was stirring.

Her eyes opened, there was no light in them, they were full of fear. I held her in my arms; her whole body was shaking in fear. "It's ok, we're not going to let anyone hurt you" I whispered in her ear "do you trust me?" I asked her, she nodded slowly. I picked her up, bridal style and carried her downstairs, she was holding onto me tight.

And there we were, once again outside the house. I closed my eyes and stepped out the car, as we all did there was the sound of Summer's screams. I heard Danny sobbing, like I did 6 years ago, but he was a boy back then, it's heart breaking to see the strongest person cry.

But as we tried to open the door, it won't budge

"You joking me?" Tom said, kicking it.

Danny and I looked up towards the first floor and an idea seemed to spring in his mind.

"What you think about Dan?" I asked him.

"I used to escape out of my bedroom window easily because it was next to a tree" We followed Danny around the house and into the back garden where there was a large tree next to Danny's old bedroom window. It was a race against time now.

We all climbed easily onto the tree and the branch that was closet to the window and slide easily into his old bedroom. It was bare and the bed was the only piece of furniture in the room.

We past Summer's room and I heard a soft banging on the door.

"Danny, I think someone's in there" I whispered to him.

"Veronica, Cassie do you guys have any hair clips?" He asked them.

"Yeah" Cassie spoke for the first time since she had handed us the note. She pulled out a clip carefully and handed it to Danny.

The door clicked and swung open. Charlotte was sitting on the floor, her blonde hair was sticking up in places and her green eyes were wide in fear and full of tears.

"Charlie, so glad we found you" Danny said, bringing her into a close embrace and a kiss on the forehead.

"Danny… he told me what he's going to do with her" She cried into his chest.

"What…?" I asked, and she turned to me, the tears falling down her face.

"He's going to kill her"

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling,
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people,
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines,
All those years they were here first.