Disclaimer: I own Kallie, Esing, England, and that's it.

This is my first story, cause I figures out how to post. I know. Slow. Anyway R&R!

The scream echo's in the darkness. No one hears, but if they did, they would pay no attention. Her father stands over her, belt in hand. He gives three more satisfying cracks, and leaves her on the floor crying. She stays there, and thinks to her self why. Because in the small town of Esing, England, no one cares.

Kallie would seem like a normal geek. A couple friends, straight A's, a perfect life. Yeah right. The A's were there only because he forces them out. When she's not being beaten, she's studying. No tine for friends, no time for play. An eleven year old who was forced to grow up too fast. No one suspects any thing. The one time she was asked about the broken arm, she blamed it on falling out of a tree she was climbing. No one cared. Until the day she met Peyton Sawyer. Her sister.

Kayla Elizabeth Richardson was born May19, 1994, to Elizabeth "Ellie" (I don't know her last name) and (insert Peyton's real fathers name here). Like Peyton she was put up for adoption. But she always knew and that was the reason to be beaten. Eric, Kevin, and Emily were "real children" of the Richardson's. They were never beaten upon, and were horrible people with steel hearts. When the adoptive mother was brutally killed, and the case unsolved, she knew it was him. And if she were to say anything, the end would be near to her too. Finally, she had enough.

The day she ran away was like no other. First she had to find out where Peyton lived. Tree Hill, North Carolina. She packed up her very few belongings, and left. The plane she took was dirty, and she was not sure it would stay in the air. When it finally landed, she breathed in a sigh of relief. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and departed from the plane.

Once off, she looked around in relief. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought it would be. She adjusted her backpack and headed out of the airport. She was surprised at how warm it was. It was much warmer than England was. Her town there was pretty cold. She had lived there for four years, and because of that she had a British accent. It was not that bad, but it was there.

She took a deep breath and glanced at the slip of paper in her hand. Her sisters address. Sister. It felt sort of weird coming off her lips. For the first eleven years of her life, the only "sister" she had was Emily. And she did NOT consider her her sister.

A girl who looked around Peyton's age walked past her.

"Excuse me" she asked in an unsure voice,

"But do you know where this is?"

The girl looked at her in surprise,

"Yeah, that's Peyton's house."

"I know. But do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, I'll take you there." The girl said. "She started walking, but she turned back.

"By the way, my names Haley."

"I'm Kallie."