AN: Any people you recognize in this story do not belong to us, but the one telling the story from her POV does. Her name will be revealed in the next chapter. Also, the lyrics for Free by Switchfoot are also not ours, thank you! : D


"Fucking bitch," I heard, before I felt him hit me and heard a loud crack. I whimpered as my hands flew up to my nose, only to feel blood pouring out of it. My boyfriend Glenn Jacobs, or probably better known as Kane, was standing infront of me with the worst look on his face. The thing is, he acted like Kane in real life too. Like right now, he wasn't my sweet caring Glenn, he was this fucking monster that loved to hit me and hurt me. He got pleasure from my pain, and it was more than obvious from the monsterous look he wore on his face.

Free

Come set me free

down on my knees

i still believe you can save me from me

come set me free, come set me free

inside this shell there's a prison cell

"Glenn, please," I muttered, tears forming in my icy blue eyes, before cascading down my cheeks. This plead brought a part of the Glenn I knew out, I could see a hint of the real him in his eyes, but not even a second later that disappeard, replaced by anger. He grabbed the back of my head by my hair, and jerked my head back, before punching me hard in the gut, and scream coming out of my mouth. Sometimes he just snaps, I provoke him in no way, but this completely different side of him comes out. An alter ego I would call it. A side called Kane.


AN: Thank you for reading this chapter! Please review! onstructive critisim is always welcome, as well as good things about the story! : D - Brittany & Jocelyn