AN: My newest story! Credit goes to Boris Yeltsin for this idea. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Good News and Bad News
Christian's car pulled up in front of Sonny's house around 7 PM on a cool Friday evening. Sonny looked towards her boyfriend, and smiled. Sonny looked to her house, and noticed that her mom was not home. She looked back to the driver of the car, Christian Harris.
"Thanks for the night out." Sonny smiled at him.
"It was my pleasure." Christian replied. "Do you want me to sit with you until your mom gets back?"
"No." Sonny smiled at him, trying to put him at ease. "I'll be fine by myself."
"Alright." Christian said, returning her affections with a smile of his own. "When you get inside and everything is alright, flick the light three times."
"Alright, bye." Sonny said. She leaned over, gave him a kiss, and hopped out of the car. Sonny walked up to her front door, unlocked it, and walked inside. She looked around, and noticed that everything was in order. She walked to the lamp by her window, and flicked the light three times. She peeked through the window, and saw Christian's truck pull off into the distance. Sonny smiled, and began walking towards her room upstairs. Just as she was about to reach the bottom step, she noticed that their answering machine was blinking. Curious, she hit the "play message" button on the machine and soon after a very familiar and very chilling voice played through the house.
"Hey Sonny, it's your loving father here. I just wanted to say I am out of prison, and I am looking forward to coming out to Hollywood to see just how much of a lovely young lady you turned into. I still haven't forgot about you and Connie sending me to prison, and I plan on repaying that favor very soon. See ya soon, sweetie....
After her father's voice went off and the message machine stopped playing the message, Sonny sat on the bottom step, nearly paralyzed with fear of the fact that her father, who she hasn't seen in nearly seven years has finally found her and her mother. As she wondered how he found her, Sonny flashed back to the incident in question that her father was talking about...
SEVEN YEARS AGO...
Her father was at it again. Nine year old Sonny Munroe sat in the corner of her room, huddled in a little ball, crying her eyes out after her father had finished beating her. Apparently she was making too much noise, and that set him off. Then again, what didn't with him. After he finished pounding on his own daughter, he left the house. She knew that her mother was going to be home soon, and she was going to tell her what he did to her. She has had enough. Sonny sat up, and heard her mother come through the front door. She waited until she heard her speak to confirm it was her. Then she ran out to the living room and met her mother.
"Sonny? Sonny, sweetie, what's wrong?" Connie asked her daughter, who stood before her with tears streaming down her little face.
"It's dad." Sonny choked out.
"Sonny what did he do?" Connie asked, concern on her face and concern for her daughter growing inside of her.
"He's been beating me again." Sonny sobbed.
"Damien." Connie cursed. She knew that her husband had a drinking problem, but she thought that she could get help for his problem. But now that he was laying hands on their daughter, she knew that something had to be done. Sonny was dragged to her own room and Connie began to put clothes and other personal items in a suitcase.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Sonny asked.
"Packing, I have had enough of this." Connie said angrily. "Laying his hands on you. That's it, I have had enough of him. We're out of here. We're leaving him."
Connie grabbed a suitcase of her own, and took Sonny by the hand and went out to the car she had. She started up the small car, made sure that Sonny was in the back seat, all strapped in, and drove off just as Damien pulled back in to the front of the house. He hoped out of his car, and began shouting curse words at the fleeing vehicle. Sonny looked back, and she knew that right there and then, she wasn't going to be in trouble anymore from her father.
Boy, was she ever wrong.
Sonny knew that she had to tell someone about this. She walked out the front door, locked it behind her, and began literally sprinting towards Christian's house, hoping that he and Jeff could help her.
AN: Next chapter, with Christian's past of his own abuse, he can understand Sonny's pain. But can he help her once he learns about this? R&R to find out!