Part 7

                                    

                                          
Hannah's POV

                          
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm fucked. There gonna send me back, I don't blame them I'm nothing but trouble. I throw on a jumper and some black skinny jeans and take a deep breath. I'm mentally preparing myself for the shitstorm that's about to go down. I open my bedroom door and walk down the stairs, I look in the kitchen but they are not in there so I find the living room and walk in to have four pairs of eyes imediately lock on to me.
                          
"Hi" I say nervously as I sit dowm next to Calum because he looks the least pissed off.
                          
"are you going to explain"Ashton asks me
                          
"explain what" I say playing it dumb
                          
" You know fine well what" Ashton says annoyed
                          
" are you actually getting annoyed at me?" I say just as annoyed
                          
"No we're not! are we ashton" Luke announces Ashton slowly shakes his head and says
                          
"no, we just want you to be honest with us"
                          
" Ok you want me to be honest" I say 

                          
Can I trust them? Will they leave me? They saved me before.
                          
 "Promise me that I can trust you" I ask. Ashton stands up and walks over to me and he ducks down so he is at my height. 

                          
he says "I give you my word, you can trust us"
                          
"Ok" I clear my throat "When I was seven I had a mum, a Dad and a eleven year old brother. My mum and brother were amazing but my Dad was an alchoholic. One night my Dad comes home shouting and breaking things more than usual and my mum picks up the phone to call the police and my dad knocks it out her hand and grabs a butcher knife and slits her throat. He then starts to cut her up with me watching he then turns his attension to me he makes a few cuts but I get away and my brother gets away too.My brother didn't see all this so he was put into emergency foster care but I was traumatised so I had to stay in a care home. After that I stayed i scotland for three years but after my Dad made several more attempts on mine and my brothers life it was no longer safe for us to stay in scotland so I was moved to Sydney and I'm not sure where my brother was moved. After staying in the care home for two years I recieved a letter and that letter was a photo of my brother dead cut up into pieces just like my mum and under the picture it said "your next". After that I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety and insomnia, Sometimes when my Dad found me he would carve words into me and they will never go away. When I was thirteen I started cutting because I knew I was alone and thats the story of my shitty life." 

                          
Tears threaten to fall but I fight them back.I look at the boys who are just staring at me, I can tell that they are in shock so I get up to leave but Ashton stops me "don't you dare go anywhere" I nod and sit back down. " Is there a history of mental illness in your family?"Luke asks
                          
"Hmmm some I suppose but then I guess some are original like anxiety, insomnia and anorexia" but then I realise what I just said and cover my mouth. I just told them I had an eating disorder. Luke's eyes widen "you have anorexia?" he ask. I just groan. " I knew it" he says. I bury my head in a cushion and Ashton budges Calum up and sits beside me and says "Stop that"
                          
"stop what" I reply
                          
"putting your head down, because you are the strongest girl I have ever met" he tells me
                          
"Thank you, for everything"