Nothing felt real.

You shouldn't have left Natalie alone—even if she begged you to leave, you were already regretting it. Walking down the street with your whole body shaking and your mind reliving every single moment of what just happened was definitely not something you wished anyone to experience. Even with how lost—in your head— you were, your feet knew where to go; Lottie's house. The sound of your father screaming at you was the reason for the ringing in your ears, the image of him slapping Nat when she stood up for you being the reason for the tears in your eyes.

Most of the times you wished he was death, you couldn't stand the way he treated you or Natalie anymore—the way he treated your mother—. Lottie was the only one who knew everything, and that's why you were now standing in front of her big house in the middle of the night. With a shaky hand, you knocked on the front door and waited for her to open. The moment she saw you, her heart broke—the sight of you looking all fragile and weak was one she couldn't bare. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around your figure and basically dragged you inside her house.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She quickly asked, looking at you and inspecting you for any injuries.