Picture is of Quinn's Room

I used to dance. I used to dance when I could. It took me a while to know the steps but, I was better just doing it than have a routine. I guess it was a way to escape. From everything and everyone. Maybe I'm holding onto something I need to let go of?

Do you know how long it takes to grieve? To get over someone? My mothers death happened and I had to accept that. To begin with it felt all too real now it feels like it's all just a dream. Like nothing's real at all. I don't like looking back on my past, it's like bringing the monsters out from under my bed and truth be told I do not want to face them.

I see Harry and take comfort knowing he knows what I've been through but, then I'll look at him again and see that he's just a reminder of my past and he's his son but, he's still my brother.

It nice to forget. It's easier. It's strange because I'm the one who knows what I've been through. My brothers apart from Harry don't have a clue and Harry only has some idea about it. He doesn't know everything.

"What are you doing up?" Noah asked, walking into the kitchen. I was sat at the dining room table with a hot chocolate. I couldn't sleep.

"Couldn't sleep." I answered.

"It's not because we won't let you do dance is it?" He asked raising his eyebrows looking at me weirdly.

"No. I'm over it. Your not going to let me dance and I except that. I guess I'm stuck play pretending and left with the only option I've got left. To dance around in my room, thinking I'm a pop star." I said smiling and we laughed a little at the thought.

"So that's what all the banging was." He smirked.

"So seriously why are you awake?" He asked me.

"It's nothing, why are you?" I asked him.

"Couldn't sleep either." He answered.

"How come?"

"Been thinking." He said.

"About what?"

"Everything."

"Everything...?"

"About the crash." He said.

"Noah.." i started.

"Don't start. I know it was my fault and-"

"That's not what I was going to say." I said.

"It isn't?" He asked.

"It isn't. I know I blamed you and stuff before but, I was friends with the guy in the car and I was scared he was going to hate me. I put him before you, my brother. It was wrong and I'm sorry. I've been a bad sister. I should of stuck by your side like you would of done for me but, I didn't. It was an accident Noah." I told him.

"I understand Quinn. Your not a bad sister. I took it out on you. I'm sorry." He said. I nodded. "Now are you going to tell me why your up? What's on your mind?"

"it's nothing. Can we leave it?" I asked.

"Yeah okay but, your going to tell me when your ready." He paused. "Come on let's get you to bed, you'll be tired." He said.

"Will you sleep with me?" I asked.

"Sure." He said. I smiled.

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Noah's P.O.V

I woke up in Quinn's room. She was still asleep peacefully. Her head was rested on my chest and I guess I was kind of stuck.

As I was trying to sneak out from under her without waking her up, I noticed something. She had some sort of mark on the top of her arm and another on her shoulder. When I went to have a look closer she woke up but, I figured out what it was. A cigarette burn. A fucking cigarette burn?! How the hell did she get that?!

"Noah?" She said, slowly sitting up. "Noah? What's wrong?" She asked clearly confused.
"Quinn sweetheart - what's that? On your arm?" I asked her. Her eyes widened in fear.
"It's nothing. I have to get ready for school." She said trying to change the subject. "Quinn is that a cigarette burn?" I asked her. She didn't say anything, instead she ran out of the room.

Quinn's P.O.V.

I didn't know what to say, instead I just legged it - until I hit my head on a brick wall. As I looked up I realised it wasn't a brick wall, it was Jacob. How is he so... you know? He looked down at me and smirked. I was petrified and decided to run in the other direction and ended up running into someone's room. It was Harry's and Noah's room but Noah wasn't in there.

I ran up to him as he was getting ready for school and quite literally jumped into his arms. He was carrying me like a little child. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I was clinging to him like my life depended on it.

"Quinn- what is it?" He asked.
"Harry, they know...."
"Know what?"
"They know." I whispered, the memories coming back of that night.

******

"Harry, where's mummy?" I asked him, as he picked me up from school.
"She's working- late." He said.
"But why?! I want her!" I said.
"well Quinn, your just going to have to grow up." He said, pushing me a bit. I rolled my eyes and stomped my foot.

We got home and none one was home so basically the usual. Harry made us dinner and I refused to eat it but, I was eventually made to.

"Why isn't mummy or daddy back?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"You know mums probably working the night shift and dads well probably drinking."
"Why does daddy always drink?" I asked.
"Some people need to."
"Why? I don't need to." I stated.
"Your only little- you won't understand." He said.

Just then the door opened and he came through the door. "Dad? Is that you?" Harry asked. I was scared.
"Shut up boy, you ungrateful child." He snapped. I stepped back.
"Daddy?" I said.
"For the last fucking time! I'm not your 'daddy'." He shouted at me. He always said I wasn't and I knew I wasn't his real daughter but, I called him that anyway.
"But dad-" I started.
"I said SHUT UP you bitch!" He shouted at me. I was terrified.
"Dad please calm down, your scaring her." Harry said.
"Shut up!" He said and walked over to us.

He looked down on us and gave me a disgusted look then proceeded to find him self a bottle of vodka.

"Dad, you need to stop drinking so much." Harry said.
"I said shut your mouth."
"Quinn go to your room." Harry whispered in my ear.

Immediately I left but, I didn't go to my room. I sat on the top of the stairs, listening to them arguing. I heard a loud noise and I knew Harry was hurt. I ran back downstairs to see my stepfather towering over Harry with evil in his eyes. Harry was holding his eye. I knew he'd punched him.

"How could you?! You've hurt him!" I didn't understand why I was so shocked, it wasn't like it was the first time this had happened. It definitely was not the first time it had happened.

"You bitch! How dare you talk to your father like that!" He shouted.
"Your not my father." I said but, I knew I shouldn't of done. Harry pushed me behind himself even though he was still in pain.
"No son, she's a big girl now." He said lighting a cigarette. "You don't need to protect her, she can fight her own battles, can't you?" He asked. I was too scared to say anything now.
"Come here you slut!" He said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. He put the tip of the cigarette onto my shoulder and I screamed out in pain. He repeated it and pressed it into the top of my arm, burning my skin.

"Stop! Stop!" Harry shouted.
"You want me to stop doing it to her? Do you?! Well do you? I guess I'll do it to you!" My stepfather released me and pushed me to the floor and grabbed a hold of the back of Harry's neck. He held him whilst he forced the tip of the cigarette under the top of his shirt and onto to the top of Harry's back. I could tell he was in pain but, he was okay. He took it better than I did. "Pathetic." My stepfather said coming away from Harry and looking at me disgusted. He spat on me.

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"Harry have you seen Quinn?" Noah said coming into the room. I buried my head in his shirt. I was now crying. He saw me.
"Quinn?!" He said loudly and soon we were joined by the others. I was scared.

"I think it's time you tell us what's going on." David said talking to both of us.
"Come on, I think it's time." Harry said to me.

I nodded.

Bit of a cliffhanger😬 I don't take credit for all the ideas in this as @wanying132 was a huge help! Thankyou so much😘 I hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️❤️😎😎😎💞💞💞😘😘😘😘😘