Toby's POV:
I heard a lot of screaming after a while. I was scared to go see but I finally got up and looked in the hallway. When I saw no one, I went down the stairs. I see Jeremy with Annie, who's crying, and Mike watching them.
I didn't know whether or not I should go see what happened. I open my door and see Mike.
"Dad, what's happening?" I ask.
"Pack your things," he says.
"Why? Where are we going? Are we moving?" I ask.
"Yeah, moving," he nods. "Now, pack your bags," he leaves.
I close my door confused. Why are we moving? I move the question to the back of my head and start to pack.

When I'm done, I head downstairs. I see Jeremy sitting on the couch, I go over to him.
"Dad?" I ask sitting next to him. "Are you okay?"
"Promise me that you'll stay with Annie, no matter what," he says without looking up.
"Promise," I say.

Annie's POV:
After I finish packing, I run into the bathroom. I rummage through the cabinet until I did the box. I take it out and open it. Tears fall down my face as I press the object down. I wanted to cry. As loud as I can. But I couldn't. Mike would do worse to me than he already had.
I can't believe that he's so blind! That bitch just keeps to himself. Those secrets are meant to be told. I can't believe even Chris was in on the secrets. Jeremy deserves to know, not Chris. Bastards.
I take it out. Quickly, I wrap the bandages around the deep wound. They've been getting deeper. I can't wait for the day they're so deep that it rips through my skin. Mike is a nightmare. I clean up any blood that fell to the ground and put away the box. I run to my room and lock the door. I wish I was able to tell Jeremy what happened while he was gone.

"Dad?" I ask. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he says taking a drink. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"
"Yeah but I came down stairs for water," I explain.
"Go to bed," he responds finishing the bottle. He takes another and opens it.
"Please stop," I say. "This scares me."
"Little bitch, I said go to bed!" He yelled.
"Not until you stop," I said. He can't be drinking. That's by the kind of thing Mike would do.
"Are you dead or something? I said go to bed!" He yells. I step back.
"Please, Mike, stop," I felt the tears. "Jeremy wouldn't want you to do."
I heard metal clink together before Mike stood up. One hand, a beer. The other, a belt.
"I said to go to bed! I never asked you to tell me what Jeremy would and wouldn't want!" Is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.