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P.P.S- As of February 14th, 2016, Abi is 24 years old. She was born in 1992. I think I screwed up the age earlier in the chapters, but Abi is one year younger than Dan. If you see any info that proves otherwise, ignore it :P

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Chapter 12: They're These Terrors

2013, Two Months Before Meeting Dan

"...Mr. Woods, you are being accused of first degree murder and abusive towards your wife, Elizabeth Woods, that led to her death in 2002. How do you plead?"

The judge tapped her fingers against her desk, and the sound echoed through the room. Abi hated to even have to be here, since she wanted nothing to do with the situation anymore. She hated being in fancy clothes, beside her dad in fucking court, and she hated being the 20 year old who was trying to "defend" her dad in front of a jury.

It stayed silent for a few seconds, before Benjamin Woods - someone she couldn't even look as "dad" anymore - and cleared his throat and spoke.

"I plead guilty, Your Honor."

Abi's eyes widened. He wasn't even going to try and use the lawyer she paid for. Even after all the hard work that she went to prove his innocence, her dad is selfish enough to just let everything go, and to abandon every last hope. She was furious.

The judge faced the counsel. "Counsel, have your reached your settlement?"

"Yes, Your Honor." The district attorney says. "The people have agreed to time served and probation, as long as Mr. Woods completes an approved anger management course."

The judge looked at Mr. Woods, whose head was bowed down in what Abi hoped was shame.

"Mr. Woods, do you know that by pleading guilty you lose the right to a jury trial?"

"Yes, Your Honor." He sounded defeated.

"Do you give up that right?"

"Yes, Your Honor." Like all hope was given up.

"Do you understand what giving up that right means?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Do you know that you are waiving the right to cross-examine your accusers?"

"Yes."

"Do you know that you are waiving your privilege against self-incrimination?"

"Yes."

"Did anyone force you into accepting this settlement?"

Her dad looked at Abi, before responding, "No."

"Are you pleading guilty because you in fact killed the victim without legal provocation?"

He sighed, and Abi knew it was over. "Yes."

The judge sighed, as if disappointed by the answer.

"Mr. Woods, you are hereby sentenced to 10 years in jail, and to two years' probation, on condition that you complete a court-approved anger management course after you serve your time in prison."

Abi looked as if she were to cry.

Ten years.

She'd practically be a women when he comes out of there.

"Your honor, there is one thing I ask of you."

The judge widened her eyes, but Abi kept hers shut. She knew what her dad was going to ask; he had told her this when they were selling the house, and he had told her before he entered the courtroom. She was afraid of it, but she had to face it.

"Granted opportunity." It sounded like that wasn't a normal request, but she must have a good heart.

He cleared his throat. "I want to talk to my daughter. Everyday."

The judge looked at Abi, and she awkwardly shuffled in her seat. The judge frowned, looking through files.

"Though this depends on your good behavior, Mr. Woods, this request can only be fulfilled by the permission of Abigail Elizabeth Woods, your daughter. It is completely fine with me, but the permission has to be granted by your daughter. If she says yes, we will arrange a meeting every afternoon for you and your daughter to meet. If she says no, you are not to force her to, or else you'd be granted with extra years for bad behavior. Do you agree with these terms?"

"Yes, Your Honor."

"So you may speak to her now, in front of everyone."

It was like the whole room was focused on her. Her dad looked at her, with purple bags under his eyes, and sighed.

"Abigail, please." he pleaded. "I-I want to be able to see you. And even if things aren't going to be normal anymore, I ask you as if I was dying, please take care of your daddy, and show him sympathy. P-Please, Abigail. B-Be a good girl to daddy and say yes."

Abi had tears down her face, but stayed strong to her response.

"Daddy." Abi said quietly. "I never thought this would be the case, but..."

She sighs quietly. "I deny the permission to allow you to see me everyday. I can't ever forgive you for what you did, and if it takes you ten years, or even forever to understand that, I don't care. I don't want to see your face unless I am ran over by a goddamn car."

Her dad widened her eyes.

"A-Abi, honey -"

"Case closed." The judge said, as if sensing a bad scenario if she hadn't ended the case. "Please take Mr. Woods to his jail cell."

"I HATE YOU!" Her dad suddenly yelled, making Abi jump a bit in shock, and the lawyer comforted Abi as she cried. "I HATE YOU! I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO SPEND FIFTY FUCKING YEARS HERE, AND I DON'T CARE IF I ROT IN HERE! I JUST HOPE YOU KNOW IT WAS ONLY BECAUSE OF YOU! I'M LIKE THIS BECAUSE OF YOU!"

The police yanked him away, sternly telling him to be quiet, and whisked him behind the doors, slamming it, and leading him to his cell.

"I hate you." echoed in her mind. "Because of you."

"The jury is thanked and excused." is the final words the judge said that day, and the sound of the gavel echoed the room. "Court is adjourned."

Dan walks out of the hospital into the dimly lit sky, and he doesn't even know if it is early in the morning, or late at night, because, frankly, he doesn't care anymore. His only concern and number one priority at the moment is the girl laying on that hospital bed, and he knows that it's all his fault.

I'm such a selfish twat, Dan thinks bitterly to himself, sitting on a rock that was beside the hospital garden. Always making things five times harder by saying stupid things you don't mean, and ruining your chances at a relationship forever.

He doesn't even realize that he's crying until a tear falls on his lap. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

After all of this, we're done. Dan thinks. After all of this, it'll be for nothing. We'll both have to leave with the permanent scars, and we'll have to deal with it separately, like we don't even know each other. And that's how it's going to be until we eventually forget about each other.

Dan tries his best to wipe himself of the memories that has been plaguing him for days. He tries to tweet something funny, but finds no strength to. Instead, he writes 'sorry, no liveshow for a while, or vids. been tough, but i'm scraping through. ttyl'

He hates to be so disloyal, but smiles as some people express their compassion towards his situation, even if they have no clue of what's happening.

Dan suddenly feels his phone buzz, and when he scrolls to see what it is, he realizes it's a text message. He frowns and reads the ID, only to find none, and figures out that it was some unknown person with no return number or address.

He knows he shouldn't, but in his bad mood, he opens it anyway.

HEY DANYUL JUST WANNA SAY I FINALLY FOUND UR NUMBER. IF YOU ARENT GONNA TEXT ME BACK OR MARRY ME (I PREFER MARRIAGE) THEN I GUESS ILL HAV ETO PUT MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I HATE ROOMIE BTW YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER LIKE ME 4 EXMPLE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALRIGHT BYEEEEE XOXOXOXOXOXO OKAY BYE 4 REAL NOW :3 -endtheroomie.

Dan's a bit freaked out, he'll admit. In his defensive, it was only right to be a bit paranoid; a random (and quite stalker-ish) phangirl has seemed to find his number. And left a lot of threats in there; including hating on Abi, and - the worst crime of all, in Dan's opinion - the amount of typos in the message was beyond belief.

He blocks the anonymous person, and sighs, walking back into the hospital, even more stressed than he was before.

"May I ask you to wait outside?" Abi squeaks to the police officers who stood behind her father. Her father looks at them, as if pleading them silently, and they exchange looks, contemplating silently. After a while, they nod, and then walk out the door, waiting outside.

Abi could hear their hollow footsteps and their voices through the door - "Hey, don't wanna be stereotypical, but do you wanna get some coffee and donuts?" one asks the other - but they disappear soon, and all that can be heard is the breathes of both people.

They stay silent for a while, but Abi is observing her dad carefully.

Her dad has grown in the past three years since she's seen him, she decides. His hair grown a bit, and is grey on the sides, but he has the same scowling face, and he has the same clothes as she seen him in three years ago; an orange jumpsuit and hand-cuffs.

"Why are you here." She says it as a statement, already knowing the answer.

She hates it when her dad smirks, so he does. "Because you got ran over by a 'goddamn car', therefore granting me permission to see you. Thank you, by the way, for getting hit with that car, Abigail. I never thought I could see you again."

Abi sighs in her bed, watching as the heart monitor beside her beeps rapidly. She's nervous, and now her dad can tell. She hates hospital for this reason; they make you seem vulnerable and weak, even though you are trying not to be.

"Are you saying you're glad I got hurt?" Abi grits out. "You know everything you say can be held against you, dad."

The words sound foreign on her tongue. Her dad chuckles.

"Always a sarcastic girl. You never change."

"Still a murderer." Abi says darkly. "Still a selfish, abusive, spiller of blood."

"Abi, that isn't what I want to talk about." he says. "Please, hear me out. This is not about me, this is about you, and what the hell has happened. I was shocked when I heard you were in the hospital for a car crash, and judging by the tears, something happened to you mentally as well."

"It's none of your concern." she says, stubborn.

"It is my concern, Abigail," her dad retorts. "I am your father."

"Some fucking father." Abi swears. "You go and abuse your wife so much 'till she runs and gets hit by a car, you kill the guy who did it, and you hid it for three years, raising me through blurred memories, because, wait a minute, I don't think you remember because of all that booze."

Abi is cold, and she doesn't care. She doesn't care if her dad is staring daggers at her, or that the police may be outside the door.

"And you were going to run when the police tracked you down. You sold the only house we knew for so little, almost ran, got caught, didn't use the lawyer I paid for with the leftover money, and tried to get me to see you."

Abi is crying more waterfalls. "I've had my disappointments, but I have to say, none of them are close to being your daughter."

"What's on your fucking chest, Abigail?!"

She looks at the gold charm, shining beside the silver and bronze. She knows what it says, and she doesn't want to open it. Instead, she stays quiet.

"It says to be a good girl." Abi's dad grits out. "And can you for once?!"

"You are supposed to be out of my life, dad." Abi growls. "I got hit by a fucking car, so why do you care?"

"I thought you were dead!" he yells. "I thought you ended up just like your mother!"

Her dad wipes angry tears. "I thought I'd have to kill him as well. Actually, scratch that, I am going to kill him. That son of a bitch is going to the same jail I am, and I am going to pound him 'till his mouth screams for bloody mercy."

Abi's eyes widen. "Dad, don't threaten him. You spent three years in jail where I assume you've been good -"

"How would you know?!" her dad interrupts. "You denied me the privilege to see my fucking daughter!"

" - and you only have seven years left. I didn't see your face for three years, and I don't want to have to go back to the courtroom to see you get put in jail for life just because you murdered the guy who didn't even kill me!"

She's crying so hard, and she tries to stop, because she feels pathetic.

"Leave, dad." Abi whispers fragilely.

"I'LL NEVER LEAVE!" he yells.

All of the sudden, he leaps over the hospital bed and begins to strangle her. His hands clasp around Abi's neck. Abi's eyes widen, croaking for help. His eyes are wide and remind her of a maniac. She can no longer see the dad that tucked her in after her nightmares; she saw the psycho from those nightmares.

"I told you t-to...leave." Abi manages to get out, air knocked out of her. There is a glint of insanity in her dad's eyes, and he smiles.

"Whatcha say, honey?" her dad growled.

"L-Lea-"

Abi's vision grew dark, and spots of black appeared in view.

"Night, good girl."

Just when she was about to let go and let darkness consume her, and just as she was about to accept the fact that her death would belong in the hands of her father, she heard a voice that she never thought she would hear in situations like this.

"She said to get the fuck out, sadist."

Her dad lets go of her neck, and she gasps for breath, struggling to keep her eyes open so that she could see who it was.

"Young man, I hope you know that I am her father." he grits out, and Abi keeps trying to speak, but her neck is killing her, and her lungs feel like they would collapse on her.

Phil Lester steps in front of the man.

"Father or not, your hands were on your daughter. And you smiled. I hope you were fucking possessed, but I swear to God, if you don't get out in the next five seconds, I will get you out myself."

Her father tosses his chained hands up, hitting Phil in the jaw with both hands, smirking as if he felt good watching him suffer. Abi muffles her screams, and Phil growls, spitting at the floor and throws an unexpected punch at her dad's eye.

The police come after, holding their donuts, before dropping them to take in the surroundings. Phil yelps, shaking his fist in pain.

"What the hell happened here?!" the police demanded.

"The motherfucker hit me!" her dad yelled, and Abi tried to speak through strangled sobs.

"Well if it wasn't for 'this motherfucker'," Phil grits out angrily, still holding his fist. "his daughter would be dead by his hands. Take a fucking DNA sample; you'd find his dirty fingerprints all over her bruised neck."

"YOU'LL NEVER BE HAPPY!" her dad yelled as the police yanks him away, mumbling "three more years", and Abi is crying. "NO ONE WILL MAKE YOU FUCKING HAPPY! I TRY TO KILL THE GUY WHO BROUGHT YOU HERE, BUT YOU ARE A SELFISH ASS WHO DOESN'T ACCEPT HELP!"

His screams drown away when the door slams closed, and Phil cries in pain as he clutches his hand.

"Y-You okay?" Abi finally finds her voice, and Phil squeezes his eyes, before focusing them on Abi's bruised neck.

"I should be asking you the same thing." he manages to say.

Abi tiredly smiles. "I don't think I ever heard you swear so much at one time."

Phil blushes. "I was a bit...angered. It was like I blacked out, and the next thing I saw was your dad with a black eye, screaming, and my hand really hurt. For a guy with handcuffs, your dad is a pretty tough guy, huh?"

Abi nods quietly. "Yeah."

A moment of silence passes, and Phil reaches to hold Abi's hand. She flinches, and Phil recoils.

"I heard everything." he says quietly.

"I don't know what I was expecting." Abi says meekly. "It wasn't the quietest conversation."

The old, tattered copy of Winnie the Pooh falls onto the ground, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"I think you need to tell me what the hell is going on."

"It's not simple, Phillip." Abi says with a broken smile. "You see, they are these terrors...I've lived with them for so long."

"You need to let it out, Abi." Phil says. "What happened is not your fault, and I think all you need to do is let it out."

He stays quiet, before adding, "And your promised, remember?"

Abi nods quietly.

"Okay, Phil." Abi manages a small smile. "You were always the persuasive one."

"If I wasn't, I guess you wouldn't be here, would you?" Phil replies.

"Let's get on with the story, shall we?"

Phil nods, and Abi begins to speak.

A/N- And the winner of most dramatic person goes to...

(me, lol.)

Side note: Wow, Joe Sugg is a great singer. Why the hell is he such a good singer?! (I've been watching the YouTube boyband whilst writing this...)

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