I woke to the door creaking open. I glanced over to so my dad's face from the light beaming though the cracks. He looked devilish and mean with a grin that went from ear to ear.

Being scared of my dad I did nothing just watched as he slowly stepped closer to my bed. I noticed his bruising eye from where momma hit him today. She did not get away with that though, Daddy went and hit her before choking her till she pasted out.

I was scared for mommy's life as I didn't know if she was dead you not. Daddy could careless he just walked away from her unmoving body and went to the car.

I can smell beer on him so he must have been at the bar again. I was nothing new; he has been drunk every night this year. I watched carefully as he walked over to my bed side on the side. He placed his hand on my stomach.

"Are you awake stacyboo," He asked me.

"Yes daddy I couldn't sleep," I answered

"Well neither could I so how about we do something to keep each other entertained," He smirked.

"Like read a story," I begged and prayed to myself it was a story.

"I was thinking something a little different," He replied moving his hand down my stomach.

"Daddy no," I said softly.

He stopped below my panties line. "Stacyboo this people do when they love each other. Don't you love me?"

I breathed for a second "Yes daddy," I said and he began moving his hand lower and under my night dress.

I knew what was about to happen for daddy made me watch sometimes when he did this to mommy. She screamed and cries while he did so I figured it was going to be painfully as he touched me. Soon I was screaming in pain for my lower body parts.

I flushed awake sweaty and panting for breathe. I was still wrapped in Harry's arms. My eyes began to water as I ran from Harry's arm and into the bathroom. Once inside I slammed the door crying.

That dream was awful so awful it was true. I always have dreams like that. No, not dreams nightmares. I have those nightmares over and over. This is way I can't let go of the past. I am always brought back to the days were my screams and cries weren't enough to stop the pain.

I wiped my eyes not wanting to wake anyone up with my screaming. I opened the door and quickly walked out of the room. Once inside my hotel room I ran to the beds looking for comfort from Grace, or Lucy.

They knew about everything and were there as I cried myself to sleep and woke up crying again. It seems I am afraid of dreaming and sleeping now. Once I reached the first bed I pulled the covers off revealing Liam and Grace cuddled up.

It was quite cute, but I needed comfort right now. I preyed Grace away from Liam. I did wake both of them up, but once I had Grace I dragged her to the bathroom. I began crying again when inside, wrapping my arms around her.

"Oh Stacy. I forgot you needed me," She hugged me back and allowed me to cry into her shoulder like always. She and Lucy were always here for me in the morning, that's way they always were staying at my house. My mom never mind them staying, she knew it was gone for me.

"Oh grace I had the dream about my dad again." I cried. Even I knew I would feel better if I talked about it.

Grace stroked my hair. "The one were he comes into your room." She asked.

"Yea," I screamed and began crying again. "Why couldn't it have been a story, Grace, I just wanted it to be a story,"

Liam then began bagging on the door asking what was wrong and to let him in. Even after 5 minutes he didn't stop to I noticed that I was done and wiped my tears. My eyes were still red and puffy, but I opened the door.

"Stacy what's wrong? Are you ok?" He questioned wrapping me in his embrace. I felt loved at this moment. Strange, but I did

"Yea Liam I am fine just a bad dream," I told him. I was the truth.

"Gosh girl are you trying to scary me to death," He assumed.

"No Liam, I sorry," I smiled and he let me go.

"So how are you feeling this morning," Grace asked.

"Well I have a small head ache buts that's probably from the alcohol," I replied.

"See that's why I never drink." Liam add.

"You can't drink," Grace croaked.

"Neither can you," Liam poked her playfully in the stomach. Yep grace can't drink either; she has something wrong with her heart that only is affected by a high dose of alcohol.

They began hugging and kissing right in front of me. "Oh such a perfect couple," I said in a prissy voice. They didn't answer. "Hello people we need to get ready for the studio with due there in 30,"

They kissed again before breaking apart. "I am gonna go get the boys up," He said and pulls Zayn from the bed with Lucy and out the door.

"So Grace tell me about Liam," I chirped.

"Well he is a really good kisser," She bragged.

I winked "And so is Harry,"

She gasped "Stacy your messing around with the flirt aren't you."

"No," I replied "We just kissed and he grabbed my arse,"

She smiled "Well you know how his is, so are you sure you want him,"

"Yeah I think his different. He's funny romantic," I went on "And beside I am not gonna let him get anything out of me. If that's what you're worried about,"

"He better not be getting anything," Lucy broken in. She must have woke up when Liam pulled Zayn out of the bed.

I blushed "Come on we need to get dressed." I grabbed their hands and pulled them toward the walk in closet. We didn't bring our bags up last night but we had people bring them up for us.

We all changed in the closet, not being afraid to see each other. Lucy put on a tight green top with blue jeans, Grace had on a white shirt with red jeans. I on the other had was wearing blue jean booty shorts and a pink t-shirt. To top it off I put on a gray hoodie, yes booty shorts with a hoodie.

We then ran to the bathroom fighting for use of the mirror. I put some eyeliner and brushed my teeth. Grace and Lucy did the same, but as always Lucy put on more make up then any one. I don't see why she thinks she has to wear so much make up. I think she is beautiful with out it.

"Prefect," We all said in unison looking at how each other looked. We laughed at went outside the room. Opening the front door, I thought I was gonna fall to the floor as we were delighted by Harry with his shirt off.