Is This Really Happening

After Ethan went back to England Hannah's whole world fell apart. She was broken. Ethan takes her back to England with him and that's when she meets Niall. Can he put her back together again? Or will she be broken forever?


4. New Home

I walked as fast as I could to the police station. When I got there I told them everything that happened and they were shocked. They sent me to the hospital and they put me to sleep. When I woke up, I had a pink cast on my foot and my thigh was wrapped up in a bandage. I pushed the button for the nurse to come and when she did she told the doctor I was awake and he came to check on me.

“Hi Hannah, I’m Doctor Skari. It looks to me like you got yourself into quite a bit of trouble.” He said softly.

“It wasn’t my fault! How could you say that! Do you even know what happened?! I just watched my parents get murdered by two guys I didn’t even know and you say it’s my fault?!” I screamed at him.

“Hannah calm down, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He said looking down.

“No I’m sorry, I guess I kinda overreacted.” I said quietly.

“It’s okay dear. Now I just need you to sign these release forms and your free to go.” He told me trying to cheer me up.

“But where am I supposed to go? I have nowhere to stay.” I said and tears filled my eyes.

“Your aunt heard about what happened and she drove down here as fast as she could. She’s been in the waiting room all night.” He said and smiled to me. I signed the papers, he gave me my medicine and some crutches and I went out into the waiting room. There sat my Aunt and my step-uncle Phil. I hated Phil and I would never call him my uncle, I hated him too much.

“Oh sweetie there you are! I’ve been waiting for hours for you to wake up! I’m so glad you’re okay!” she said and pulled me into an over-excited hug which was strange. She wasn’t a very happy kind of person, and when she married Phil she became even worse.

When we were driving back to Orlando, where she lived, she mainly just asked me about things back home. Like if I had a boyfriend or if I had good grades in school, what kind of sports I played and things like that. When she asked about Ethan I mentally slapped myself in the face. Why had I not thought about Ethan? I wonder if he even knew.

“Does Ethan know? Does he know about what happened?” my voice cracked as I asked.

“Of course he does, I already told him. But he said he couldn’t come over anymore. He said it was too much for him.” She said coldly.

When we got to the house they pulled into the garage and stopped. I got out of the car and followed them to the door. My aunt went inside and closed the door behind her. Phil turned around and looked at me. He got in my face and whispered “Now you better listen because I won’t be telling you this again. If you don’t do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, then there will be consequences, and you will not like them. You understand me?” I nodded my head quickly. “Oh and if you tell your aunt about any of this the same consequences will follow.” He added.

When I got into the house it reeked of alcohol. There were empty beer cans and tequila bottles all over the place, and who knows what other things were laying on the floor and counters. In the kitchen there were cupboard doors missing and some looked like they were about to fall off. In the living room it looked as if somebody was murdered in there, minus the blood. The couch was ripped up and the cushions were all different and the chair was missing an arm and one of the legs was broken so they put an empty beer bottle under it to hole it up. There was a lamp that was knocked over on the floor and the light bulb was broke. They showed me to my room which was so little I could barely walk in. All it had was a bed and a bucket in the corner. I turned around to go to the bathroom but my door was already locked from the outside.

“Hey!” I yelled. “I have to go to the bathroom!”

“There is a bucket in your room, use that!” Phil yelled back. I sighed knowing that fighting with him was not going to help. I went to the peed in the bucket and went and laid down to try and get some sleep.

I woke up to Phil dragging me out of my bed.

“Phil what are you doing?” I nearly yelled.

“I told you that there would be consequences if you didn’t do what I told you!” he screamed at me.

“What are you talking about? I was sleeping! You didn’t tell me to do anything!” I yelled back. I could tell he was drunk by how he walked, but he was still too strong for me to run away.

He turned around and slapped me. “Don’t you dare yell at me!”

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. I’ll do what you ask next time. I promise.” I told him as he dragged me down the basement steps.

“It’s too late for that. You’ve already broken too many rules.” He said as he threw me into an empty concrete room. He made me take of my clothes so I was completely naked. Then he chained me to the floor and he turned around, locked the door, and he was gone. My aunt came down about 20 minutes later and gave me a couple of pieces of bread and a small glass of water.

“Aunty what’s going on?” I asked as I cried. She didn’t say anything as she walked out of the room and locked the door again. I sat in that room for hours doing nothing.

Then Phil walked in and closed the door behind him. He made me lay down and then he tied a rope around my mouth so I couldn’t talk. He took off his pants and then he raped me. I tried to get away but he was too strong. I tried to scream but he just slapped me and held a hand over my mouth.

When he was done he unchained me and left, locking the door behind him. I sat in the corner and cried. I cried until I had no tears left. Then I started singing.

                There's nothing left, I used to cry

                My conversation has run dry

                That's what's going on

                Nothing's fine I'm torn

                I'm all out of faith

                This is how I feel

                I’m cold and I am shamed

                Lying naked on the floor.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...