Flo's PoV:

"Hello, I'm Lizzie, your sister."

What! I don't have a sister, or at least, I didn't think I did.

I just stood there, not moving, I was in shock.

"I... I don't have a sister." I managed to stutter out.

Lizzie stood up and came over so she was facing me.

"Yes, you do, cause I am your sister. And one of the men up there is your father, the other is his best friend." She said.

"No. He can't be my father, I lived with my parents until about a year ago before I was put into care." I explained, although by now, I was starting to believe her.

"No, I went through something like that as well, those people were just some friends of his as well. You clearly got some nicer people though if you only went into care a year ago. I was put in care when I was six because I was been abused by my "parents". I mean you can't of had that bad of a time as you look..." She paused and looked me up and down, "well normal." She finished.

"What do you mean I look normal!" I exclaimed.

"Well your not exactly emo are you?" She said. I looked at Lizzie properly now, examining what she looked like and what she was wearing. She had black hair with a long side fringe that covered half of one eye, she was wearing black clothes and her on her shirt it said 'Black Veil Brides'. I had no idea who or what that was. She must've noticed me looking at it as she said, "They're a band."

That made sense now.

"Are they your favourite band?" I asked, assuming the answer would be yes.

Instead she shook her head, "No, my favourite band is Sleeping with Sirens."

Again I had no idea who they were.

"I'll play you some of their stuff." She said pulling out a battered iPod from her pocket.

Suddenly I didn't really care about who these bands were and the reality of my situation hit me. I started to hyperventilate and I could feel a panic attack coming on, I hadn't had one of those in years, I thought I had got over them.

"Hey, are you alright?" I heard Lizzie say. I stumbled backwards, knocking into something that crashed to the floor. I fell over and just laid on the cold concrete floor staring up at the ceiling.

I could hear Lizzie trying to speak to me but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Then, I heard someone coming down the stairs, there was a lot of shouting and the person took something from Lizzie, I could hear her screams as she tried to grab it off them. I sat up and backed into the corner, dragging my knees up to my chest as I watched the man, who was apparently my dad, slap Lizzie's cheek before storming back up the stairs.

After about 5 minutes I calmed down and I could think clearly again. Lizzie was curled up in the corner of the room crying her eyes out. I didn't think that the slap could've hurt that much so something else must be wrong.

I got up from my corner of the room and walked over to her, sitting down, cross legged opposite her.

I didn't speak until she looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She just looked at me, shaking her head before looking back at the floor.

"He took it." She said sadly.

"Took what?" I asked.

"My iPod. He didn't know I had one, I knew if he ever found out that I had it he would take it away. Now I can't listen to music. Music is the only thing that keeps me sane, without it I wouldn't be here now. And guess what," she said looking up, "it's all your fault that it's gone." She stared me right in the eye, I could see the anger in her face but also I could tell she was scared. Music clearly was the only thing she had in her life and she felt lost now she couldn't access it.

I did feel partly responsible but I knew I couldn't blame myself. Suddenly I remembered something, I had my phone in my pocket!

I quickly pulled it out and opened the iTunes Store. I bought two Sleeping with Sirens albums, Madness and Feel before handing my phone too Lizzie.

She looked at what was on the screen and her face lit up.

"Oh my God! You bought some of their music!" She said in a quite scream. I just simply nodded.

"And you got their new album I haven't been able to listen to that before!" She was so happy and I was happy for her even though I have only known her about an hour now.

"I think you'll like this one, it's called Free Now." She said and started playing the song.

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The song was genuinely, probably the best and most meaningful song I had ever heard. As it got to the chorus I started to cry, this song was practically telling my life story.

When it ended I looked up with tears still streaming down my face.

"We have to get out of here." I said taking my phone back out of Lizzie's hands and I attempted the call Izzy, but, as I expected, there was no signal. I guess we will just have to find another way out.