Introduction

KATELYN POV

"Get the fucking luggage you dumb kid," my dad spat at me before turning to step through the threshold of our new house located somewhere in Washington. I didn't know the name of the town, I hadn't bothered to ask. I knew he wouldn't tell me.

Reaching into the trunk of our Camry, I pulled out my dad's big black suitcase, and staggered up the front steps and through the door.

The house was okay I guess. There were two stories, and it had built- in appliances. I barely noticed the peeling yellow wallpaper that covered the walls, and the missing floor tiles.

None of it mattered. It wouldn't be home anyways. Nothing was home anymore.

Ever since my mom died three years ago, my dad's gone a little crazy. I don't blame him or anything, it's not his fault that he hits me. He isn't himself when he does it. It used to be only occasionally, when he'd had a bad day at work or he'd gone to the cemetery. Now it was almost every night.

I put the suitcase down and ran out to get my small backpack, then I climbed the stairs and entered the farthest room from the masters.

I swung my bag to the floor and dug through it, trying to find my blanket. When I did, I set it on the ground and lay down on it. My new bed.

I was dozing off when the doorbell rang. I jolted up, surprised, and stumbled down the stairs.

When I opened the door, I saw a very tall, and well-built man looking about 30 staring at me with a grin on his face. He had black cropped hair and russet skin.

"Um, hi?" I said. What could anyone possibly want with my dad right now?

"Hi, you must be Katelyn, I'm Sam. I live next door," he replied cheerfully. Maybe this place won't be as bad as I thought.

"Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm Katelyn. Nice to meet you." I smiled a small smile back at Sam.

"KATELYN, WHO IS AT THE FUCKING DOOR? IF IT'S THE REAL ESTATE AGENT AND HE ISN'T GONE BY THE TIME I'M DOWN THERE I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

I shrank backwards into the wall, "It's not a real estate agent Dad, it's a neighbour," I manage to squeak out.

"WELL GET RID OF HIM."

"Okay dad." I whispered, knowing he would be able to hear me.

Fingering the bruises on my neck, I turned back to Sam, not bothering with an apology.

"You have to go," I breathed, not meeting his eyes.

"Bu-"

I shut the door in his face. Looking out the peep hole, I noticed his concerned and taken aback expression and sighed.

So much for friends.

*****

Lying on my blanket, I looked up at the ceiling and wondered what school would be like tomorrow. No doubt people would give me attention for the first couple of days. I was, after all, the American with the mysterious bruises and cuts.

I wasn't always so timid and quiet. No, I actually used to bond well with people. Now their stares just made me self-conscious.

I would stand out anyway, I thought to myself, Pale skin and red hair does that to a person. No need to worry. It's just school.

I fell asleep like that, trying to comfort my way out of the nightmares.

They came anyway.

A/N- Okay guys, here the beginning of the first fanfic that I've actually posted. I want to warn you now though, that I will not be updating every day and maybe not even once a week. I'll try my hardest, though, and I understand what it's like to be kept waiting so hang in there! Review please and thank you :)

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