Hey guys! This is the first chapter of my new story, I hope you like it. Also, I am aware that it may be a little messy in this chapter, or the first two (once the other is up) but I promise it will not stay this way for long—it's just until I have finished introducing everything and you get the jist of what is happening.

Sorry for that looonggg intro, but I am stopping now. Quick disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line and a few made up characters along the way.

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I was running. That's all I knew to do right now. Everything was blurry as the tears fell from my eyes. My heart was pounding. I can't believe that just happened. I needed to get out of here, I needed to go somewhere safe. I needed to disappear again.

But... Where to now? Arizona? Portugal? England? Change my hair, my name, my style... again?

I shook my head. Everything was happening to fast, there is just no way...

I was confused. I had a pounding headache, and I was running in the cold bare footed. I had just awoke in a room, with some bag attached to me, and there was a machine counting something. I could still hear the beeps every two seconds... one... two... beep. One... two... beep.

I decided I had to continue running, no matter how much my lungs were screaming at me to stop to give them some oxygen again.

It was all too much. No one could help me now. They told me they were going to find me, and they did. I'm practically dead already.

3 MONTHS EARLIER

Like every morning, my alarm wakes me up, but this time I'm not running, or hiding, or on my way to find someone to take them back to Lena.

I'm going back to school.

I grab the cover's that were protecting me from the real world and lift them over my head in attempt to ignore it.

It didn't work.

Groaning, I swipe the lock screen and the beeping stops, causing me to sigh peacefully. Well, until I got a text from Dallas, causing my phone to create a loud beeping noise again.

Have fun at school, Lee!

Asshole. I text him back.

I finally get up out of bed and walk to my bathroom across the hall, with the occasional bumping into something every two seconds. It feels weird being back in this house, it gives me the creeps, but it's a house to live in for now.

I shake my head of all the thoughts that wander back into my mind with what happened, and place my hands onto either side of the sink, then lift my head to look at myself in the mirror.

After two years of being gone - I'm going back.

And to tell you the truth, I'm scared as hell.

In fact, I'm hoping that since I've been away 730 days, 17,520 hours and 1,051,200 minutes... I'm hoping they forgot about me.

Oh yeah, the weird counting thing? I had to learn how to do it with Lena.

Shaking my head again to remove my thoughts from last year, I undress myself and get into the shower. However, as soon as the cool water hits my body, I wince. My recent visit from Carter wasn't the nicest, but then again, they never are.

It still shocks me that my own mother believed him over me, that she left with him because I was the one that started it. It's unbelievable really.

Yet it happened.

My past is a horrible thing to talk about, to even think about, which is why I don't. A lot has happened, and all the kid's at school (if they recognise me) know just the outside of it, and they all think it's disgusting.

So me coming back? It should knock them senseless.

I finally finished in the shower, dried my hair, done the makeup that was needed, styled my hair into a hot mess and then after got dressed.

Once again, I stare at myself in my mirror at my attire. I look the same as two year's ago, only this time I look older, a little hotter where my body has adjusted, and a little taller. But then again, two inches doesn't make much difference.

I walk downstairs, grab an apple, lock the door, put my sunglasses on, and get into my car.

"Let's do this." I whisper to myself, then drive to school.

I speed down the road that enters into the school parking lot and glare at the people staring at me. I shake off the feeling of them remembering me, trying to get rid of it. It's the car. The car is attracting them.

I mean, why wouldn't they look at my car? It's the new model and new plated mustang that came out earlier this year. Of cause they would look.

I looked around again. They were all still staring at me. I closed my eyes briefly. The car... Not me... The car.

I turn into the spare space on its own at the back and turn off the engine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, then swallow the lump that rose to my throat. I then use all my strength to re-open my eyes and stare into the rear view mirror at myself—again.

I look messy, tired and just straight up disgusting. It probably because I don't really take care in how I look anymore, the makeup cover's everything I need it to cover so people don't ask questions, and most nights I don't sleep. I'm on my own, and if a burglar comes into my house, im not going to be awake to do the job of getting rid of him.

That and the fact I'm scared to sleep at night in case Carter comes back.

I can't remember how long I sat and stared at my face through my sunglasses in the mirror, but considering I heard the first bell go, it must have been at least fifteen minutes.

I blink a few times before lowering my head and lift up my sweater to look at my left hip. A black and blue bruise painted near enough all over. I sigh and remember the words he told me afterwards.

"That's my mark, Ally. It's special to you—okay. No one else can do it like I can."

Seconds pass and I realise I need to get out my car. So with that, I wipe the tear that escaped from my eye, take in a hell of a lot of oxygen and get out, slamming the door shut.

I grab my bag and swing it over my shoulder, cursing as it hit my bruise a little, then walk towards Marino High.

"Sweet ride," someone shouts.

I ignore them. I don't want to speak to anyone.

"Excuse me!" They shout again, "Im speaking to you."

I shrug and kept walking.

Then, I felt a hand on my arm gripping it harshly, then someone whisper into my ear. "Im speaking to you. All my friends are over there and you are a hot piece of ass to have. Take interest in me."

I turn to look at him, and then behind him where his friends are sitting. I smirk at him, then look over at his friends.

"You're going love this." I told them.

Then in a matter of seconds, I flip him over, causing him to land onto the floor. I could hear all his friends laughter die down, then whispering took over.

I remove my sunglasses and glare at him. I watch his eye's go wide. "Touch me again, I dare you."

He violently shook his head. "I-I'm s-sorry."

Then he got up and walked towards his friends, who all stood looking at me in, what looked like, shock with a little horror.

Giving them one final ice cold glare, I pick up my bag and walk towards the school, trying to ignore the unbearable pain going through my body.

I could feel eyes on me, but not a lot of them, just one pair. I turn to look round at all the car's in the lot and lock eyes with a pair of hazel eyes. They belonged to a boy. He just stood there, arms crossed, leaning against his car.

He smiled at me a little, and my body felt like it was on fire. I tried to shrug off the feeling, it hurt to much.

I glared back, then walked through the door's.

Everyone stared at me, I could hear them whispering. I find it quite amusing really, how they don't have anything better to do than talk about someone else's life.

It's pathetic.

"Is that?..."

"Uh huh."

"When did she?..."

"Don't know."

"Do you think?..."

"She's the same? Yeah."

I look towards the two having a conversation about me. I stopped in my tracks and glared at them, which then caused everyone to look at what was happening.

"If you want to speak about someone behind their backs, knowing their past, I would do it more quietly," I spat. "Oh, and the 'finishing each other's sentences' thing you do, its not cool. So stop."

They nodded and walked off quickly. I turned around and saw everyone was looking at me, trying to see what I was doing.

I scoffed and shook my head at them all, then after walked off towards the front desk.

"That's right," I spoke to no body in particular. "Im back."

Two year's I've been gone. The 'hoping everyone forgot about me' thing I said earlier?

They didn't.

You think everyone would move on, forget what happened and who you are.

Clearly not.

I arrived at the front desk and asked the lady for my new schedule.

"Here you go." She handed me a piece of paper that had my lessons on. I nodded her a thankyou and she smiled at me.

"Mr Harvey would like to see you as well, dear. Go through there."

"Thanks, again." I had to try to be somewhat nice to the teacher's, they did let me come back after an interruptive disappearance two year's ago.

I knocked on the door twice, then heard a voice from inside answer. "Come in."

I opened the door and stepped inside. "Hello, sir."

"Ally... How are you doing?"

I pursed my lips. "Good." Liar.

He smiled at me. "Good."

I nodded my head at him and looked out the window. No one was outside because lessons had just started.

"You ready for this again?"

I adverted my gaze back to him and ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah."

Liar.

Austin's Pov

I chuckled softly as she walked into the school building. She must be new here. If she is, she certainly made a grand entrance for Kyle and his friends. The look on their faces once she flipped him was priceless. It was quite funny, actually.

Then again, the look on her face when she pulled into the school wasn't very appealing. I mean, sure, she's pretty and all, but the face she had on like she was dreading coming here, like she was almost scared.

Well, she can definitely defend herself from what I've just seen.

"Austin!" I heard from behind me.

I turned around and was faced with Kyle. His friends must have gone to class.

"Yeah?"

He licked his lips, "The incident earlier, we are going keep it between us, right?"

I snorted. "Scared I'm going to embarrass you, Kyle? Scared—"

"No," He cut me off. I looked at him. "It's just... That girl doesn't like attention. If she found out people knew, she would flip and come straight to me and, well, you see was she did."

"You're scared of her?" I asked.

He nodded. "Extremely."

I crossed my arms over my chest and lent against the wall. "Why?"

He sighed, "Long story short, everyone in Marino is. Apparently, she used to be the nicest girl on earth, then she turned sixteen, a few things happened, she became nasty, mysterious, very observant, and then she left."

"Oh," I coughed to clear my throat. "When you say a few things happened, what do you mean?"

He shook his head. "Don't get involved, man. It really isn't worth it."

I furrowed my eyebrow's. "Not worth it? Why not?"

"Just know she knows everything," He said. "Even if she doesn't know you."

Then he walked off, leaving me wondering who the hell this girl was.

Ally's POV

"Did you speak to anyone?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Like always," Dallas told me. "You never do. You don't even speak to me that much, unless you're threatening me, then you just say whatever comes to your mind at that point."

"Shut up Dallas," My voice was barely audible.

He sighed. "You want me to come over? Keep you company?"

"You make it sound like you live next door."

"I always could buy the house next to yours... Or even better—I could move in with you!"

I scoffed. "Fuck off."

I heard him chuckle a little, "But seriously, do you want me to?"

I swallowed. "You live in LA, I couldn't ask you to do that for me."

"But I will." That was the truth, he always would. He does anything for me.

I moved around on my bed a little, trying to get more comfortable. "What about Lena?"

He went silent for a second, before answering. "She's been gone for the last two day's trying to find you... She's pissed as hell, but she misses her best person."

"You're good, too, Dallas."

"Just not as good as you." He spoke to me softly.

There was a pause and a slight shuffling over the phone, meaning that he was moving from where ever he was.

"Im going to pack. I should be there in the morning," He said, "Sleep tight, Lee."

I pulled the phone away from my ear and pressed the 'end call' button. I was slightly nervous that he was coming, I ran from Lena because something happened - and I promised myself I would never let it happen again.

Yet it did.

I sighed. Im always running or hiding. I wanted to escape it, to forget it and start new. Guess that will never happen.

I looked out the window at the rain. I loved it. It was rare in Miami, it was always too hot for my liking, and a reminder that I can't get my body out because of Carter.

Damn you Carter.

I shook my head and turned all the light's downstairs off, leaving just the living room one on. I'm not afraid of the dark, but it being too dark reminds me that there's no light for me to get to, for me to escape.

I know, it's weird.

I made my way to my bed and pulled up the blanket to get in. Once I did I felt a little wave of relief. Don't get me wrong, I hardly sleep, but the cold sheet's that touch my body when I'm in bed some how help the bruises. I don't know how, they just do.

I closed my eye's in hope that after today, I do get some sleep, because tomorrow was going to be so different—I could feel it.