My heart was crashing in my chest. I couldn't breathe properly. There was a door behind me; I grabbed the handle, desperately wanting to get away before he came in.
I couldn't see him; I couldn't let him see me. Rattling the handle I quickly realised that the door was locked. I could feel the tears starting to prickle in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, Stephen. I'll put him to bed in a minute, he'll sleep it off," the lady said quietly.
"He f**king better, he's giving me a headache," he growled angrily.
I rammed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my cellphone. Who I was planning on calling I don't know.
Liam and Jake were too far away, and Johnny was probably in the shower. There was no one, no help; I was alone in my horror.
I turned around facing the door, waiting for him to come in. I felt sick. Oh God, was I actually going to throw up?
The lady walked in, carrying a whining little blond boy in her arms, stroking his back soothingly.
