Chapter 1

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I woke up and got out of bed just like any other day. I threw on my bvb shirt and some black skinny jeans. Then went to straighten my blue hair. After I was done I grabbed my bag for school and headed down stairs. On my way through the kitchen I grabbed an apple off the counter and headed out the door.

I dropped my head as I walked into the building trying to ignore the names that would come my way. They did not seem to care if they called my a 'fag' or 'slut' some would even tell me to go kill myself. I made it to my locker just to be met by my bully Jason. He was a jock that had brown hair and eyes. The only reason he picked on me was because I was the ugliest girl in the school and different.

I turned my back to him hoping he would go away but then again I do not even know why I tried. I felt his hands shove into my back sending me face first into my locker. I dropped my things and staggered backwards. When I faced him he grabbed my throat and slammed the back of my head in the locker. I was done for this was it I was going to die at the hands of my bully.
But then something happened and I was not sure if it had. This kid I had never seen before came up and punched Jason straight in the face. He looked intimidating from what I could see cause blood was starting to run into my eye. When Jason and his friends took off he turned towards me. He was perfect he had messy black hair and stormy gray eyes. He was wearing a sws shirt and black skinny jeans. I wanted to step back because he radiated so much power but I could not my back was already against the locker.

"Do not be afraid I will not hurt you." That is what he said before he walked off and that was it. I mean he did not even say hi or ask for my name. My classes went by as a blur I did not care cause I was not even paying attention. My mind was stuck on the mystery guy from this morning. He was obviously new. But I still did not understand why he saved me.

After school I walked to the park not ready to go home yet. I never really liked home my dad was abusive and my mom was dead. I had made it to the park and went straight to the swings. They was my favorite thing here. I got on one and put my earbuds in and turned on Ghost Town. The first song was 'your so creepy' (at the top) then Fangirl after that and so on. I had been on the swings for a while when I decided that I had better get home.

I walked through the door as quiet as possible cause if my dad heard me he would beat me senseless. I had made it half way up the stairs before my dad walked out of his room.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Before I could move he ran down the stairs and pushed me down the half I just came up. He had chased me down them and when I hit the bottom started kicking me. He kicked me hard and did not stop there. He took his belt of and started whipping me with it. I could not move all I did was curl into a ball and cry. After a while he had stopped and went to the kitchen to grab a beer. I took the opportunity to make it up to my room.

I locked the door behind me as I entered the room. I walked into the bathroom and stripped down into my bra and underwear to see the damage. My face was bruised and busted. My back had welts on it and blood running down it. I was pretty sure I had a broken rib or two by the way it was sticking out. I put antibiotics on the cuts I could reach the best I could. Then I put on fresh clothes and climbed in bed I would go to the hospital tomorrow.

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