Zoe

I hung up the phone.

"Zoe come on lets get you a cup of coffee." I turned my mouth still hanging open to see Emily's motherly nature taking over. I nodded and closed my mouth realising how stupid I must look.

"They will find her and she will be fine." She didn't sound like she fully believed it herself but the thought was there, but that wasn't the reason for my state of shock. Jess had just phoned me to tell me that she was flying back to England tomorrow with the kids. It's so out of the blue she hasn't even spoken to me since she upped and left months ago to go to America with the kids and her friend. I didn't really know how to react especially with everything that was going on here today.

While I was thinking Emily had put her arm around my shoulders and guided me into the staffroom. I sat on the edge of the sofa while Emily put the kettle on. I was sat opposite Kirsty's locker and a tear escaped my eye as I remembered her lying unconscious battered and bruised in rhesus. How had we not noticed?

Nita

"What do you mean he's gone? He wouldn't leave me here. He's taking me to see mum." She had to be lying. Dad wouldn't leave me here whilst he saw mum, so that I wouldn't get to see her.

"Nita, I'm sorry love but you dad thought it was for the best. It's very distressing for you to see her like that."

"What about mum, she'd want to see me."

"Your mum isn't well, there not even sure if she's aware of what's going on around her. Come on let's go and get some tea," and with that she frog marched me back to the kitchen like a two year old to start cooking.

Grandma ordered me around the kitchen retrieving items for our meal for her like a dog. I did it all with out complaining knowing that it would get me nowhere. To say I was glad we didn't live here anymore was an understatement and I wondered how mum had put up with it for so long. Even on our short visits here I was always eager to leave. I think mum is as well but she never lets on to dad.

Grandma put the gross looking stew in the oven and set the timer. I hate stew but I would be made to eat every last mouthful with out mum here to back my corner. Grandma thinks mum spoils me, she's old fashioned and thinks that if you don't clear your plate then you shouldn't get anything else to eat before you do. Even if you have to have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner before you finish.

The thought of mum still lying in a hospital bed brought a lump to my throat but there was no way I was going to cry in front of Grandma I had more pride than that. She would have probably told me of for being stupid. She can be so cold so unlike the way mum describes her mum. I'd loved to have met her or even to met her because I don't think she's dead despite what dad said to Adam, I still don't know why he said that but I haven't had chance to ask yet but I will. She sound's like the type of Grandma who would bake cookies with you and wrap you in a warm loving cuddle if you were sad but I got stuck with this Grandma, cold, hard and always buying me off with stupid presents that were always awful. I don't know how dad managed to grow up so normally. Between my Grandma and my Grandpa I'm sure he rarely saw love.

They didn't show it not to each other or to their children or grandchildren but he shows it to me and mum. They never laugh, when we sit down to tea at their table it's filled with boring small talk which is so unlike home. Our table is filled with chit chatter and laughter although it's mostly between me and dad because mum too busy doing something. When I look at my childhood compared to his I feel blessed both my dad and my mum have worked very hard to give me everything they wanted to. Even if mum does come home cranky, I know she goes to work to put a roof over our heads and with dad's M.E. it means she has to.

Kirsty

I woke immediately feeling my body screaming in pain. My vision was blurry, dotted with black spots not allowing me to see anything clearly, I could only make out darkness with blobs of light.

"Morning sleepy head," my stomach sank I stayed lying on the floor knowing how much more it was going to hurt if I tried to move. A loose curl lay across my face resting gently on my nose. All I wanted to do was tuck it behind my ear but I didn't too afraid that I would find I didn't have the energy to lift my hand to my face let alone be able to walk, run or fight, three things which would be extremely valuable to be able to do right now.

"David, why are you doing this? You are going to be blamed for everything and you haven't done anything."

"Yet,"

"Huh?" everything was still muffled so I couldn't make out what he had said.

"I haven't done anything yet." Not having the energy in me to fight anymore I just lay still hoping that they would find me soon, I didn't know how long I could hold on. My sense of smell was the next thing to return to me. I could smell that hospital smell. I blinked several times making my sight become clear. I was still in the hospital but not a part I'd ever been in before. It was gloomily with the only light coming from an old dull light above my head. It created big dark shadows everywhere and gave the room a creepy feel like in a horror movie when everybody is about to be killed of one by one and I had this sinking feeling that I was going to be the first to go. David sat in one of these shadows, his face submerged in darkness - the sinister silhouette always responsible for the brutal deaths which occur. I could only just make out his outline but I could tell that he was sat up against the door leaving me no chance of escaping.

He sat smoking quietly blowing clouds of smoke in my direction. I lay motionless my bruised cheek pressed against the cold concrete floor not daring to move. What was he going to do? I knew Warren was behind this David had never been particular nice to me but he was always civil and never showed me aggression. Warren was covering his tracks but this was taking it too far. David could be in serious trouble and there's no way I'm going to let him go down for something he didn't do. That's if they find me in time.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. I had a lot of cuts and bruises along with a broken arm the plaster gave that away but I didn't know whether my burn was infected. Something told me it probably was and my ribs they were broken for sure they had been for about a week but were they worse? They defiantly felt it. My breathing was shallow and I could feel the build up of fluid on my lungs weighing down every breath. It was not a good sign.

I wanted to see my daughter to tell her how much I loved her. I had to be strong there's no way I could leave her with him what if he started on her. I had always believed that he would never touch his daughter in that way but now I wasn't so sure. He was going to let me die. He probably didn't care, but what about Nita. How could he do this to her? Is he letting her sit in the ED now worrying about me while he knows exactly where I am? I had to survive for my daughter. I had to survive so that I could take her and run. If he could do this to me I wasn't so sure that he wouldn't touch her and I could never live with myself if that ever happened. I wouldn't let it happen I was going to be there to make sure that it didn't. The second I was better we were getting out of here, away from him forever. She would hate me at first but in time she would learn to live with it maybe even come around to seeing that it was the best thing to do, maybe? It didn't matter I could live with her hate as long as I knew she was safe.

I want to thank Hannah Louise16x for the amazing idea to bring Jessica back, more will unravel in a couple of chapter's time. Reviews are much appreciated. Any ideas on what to do with David? Should he get away, prison or something else? Thanks for reading. Hope you're enjoying it.