Ok, because of the lack of response for my last stories, I've decided to write this one, because I've always wanted this to have happened in the O.C. (But thankyou thankyou thankyou to the people who did reveiw my other stories, it means a lot!)

Warning: This story might not follow the timeline or have the right facts of the O.C but i did my best :)

I hope you enjoy it! Please review!

I do not own the O.C. I only own the characters i have created with my own mind.

I opened my window slowly, pausing to cringe at every squeak it made, only resulting in making the process longer and louder in the process. It didn't help that I was half drunk at the same time (and half asleep; it was just past one am), making everything twice as hard.

Now, I know what you're thinking, a 14 year old, drunk? What would her parents think, right? Wrong. Completely and utterly wrong. My mother was too drunk herself to even notice if I was in the house, and A.J, her boyfriend, was probably to strung on coke to care. But sometimes I like to pretend.

That's how it had been for a while now, ever since Ryan left 3 months ago. Sure, Mum was pretty bad before, but at least she cared when A.J hit me, now she doesn't even bother to glance my way. It's because Ryan was the 'Golden Boy', the one was supposed to get us all out of this place, but then he got arrested with Trey and A.J went psycho, and Mum was too drunk to think straight and kicked him out. Not even a few hours later Mum packed us up and moved to the other side of Chino, and Ryan went and found himself a fancy new family.

It probably sounds like I hate my brother, right? But the truth is I love him more than anything, more than Mum, and I'm extremely proud of him for getting out of this hole, I even ride past his school sometimes, just to check on him, not that he notices. Not that I want him to. I know where he lives, and I know who his friends are. They're good people. Even if I did think Marissa was a bit of a drama queen.

It's not like I expected him to come and get me, take me with him to Newport or anything, but it would have been nice to hear from him from time to time. But maybe it was better for him this way. That way he can completely cut Chino out of his life, and be better for him. That was the only thing that kept me from flinging myself into his arms every time I saw him, and begging him to take me with him. But I know I belong here. He doesn't. He deserves better than anything I can offer him.

Just as I was putting my leg in the window a light flicked on and heavy footsteps came towards my room. Crap. A.J.

I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. What could I do? But in hind sight I probably could have made it to my bed and feigned asleep even it was a long shot, it was better than standing here frozen like I was.

The door flung open, and light flooded my room from the hallway, revealing A.J's heavy figure in the doorway.

"Where the hell have you been, Casey?" His nose scrunched up uglily when he growled my name, like I was something on the bottom of his shoe.

Now, I knew the smart thing to do right now would be to look at the ground and take my punishment, but I tend not to listen to my common sense a whole lot, so instead I replied with a catty, "Out." And stepped the rest of the way into my room.

I could tell he didn't know what to do know, he was expecting to catch me scared. His slow mind took a minute to adjust.

"What?" he said dumbly. I guess he needed more than a minute.

My mind was screaming at me to shut up, but I was angry, angry that he thought he could control me, when he wasn't even my father.

"I said," I replied slowly, "I was out."

"Where?"

I hadn't really gone anywhere, really just to the park, under the big willow tree, where I like to go to think, and write myself a better world.

But I didn't want to tell him that.

"None of your business." I back-talked.

"You will listen to me, girl, and you will tell me where you have been right now!" A.J yelled.

"You're not my Father!" I screamed back at him. "You're nothing! Do you hear me? You are nothing to me, or my family!"

I would regret those words.

The only thing I remember clearly of the next two hours is him running towards me, while I tried to jump back out the window. I remember him grabbing me by the hair and dragging me further into the room. The rest is just a haze of punches and kicks.

And then he was gone, and I was stumbling around the room, grabbing as many things as I could with one hand and shoving them into a bag, while I used the other hand to cover my mouth to try and stifle my sobs, for fear he would come back in to shut me up.

Then I was stumbling out of the window, grabbing my bike and heading towards the park. When I got there half an hour later, and headed to the disabled bathroom, which is where I am now, carefully changing into a pair of jeans, a loose top and a grey hoodie, trying to avoid the bruises o my body, especially my ribs, which were sure to be bruised. I turned the grimy tap on, cupping some water in my hands and bring it to my face. I spat out the now bloody water in my mouth and felt the sting from what I assumed to be a cut on my cheek. I had avoided the mirror till now, but now I slowly raised my eyes to the dirty mirror above the sink.

It was pretty bad, but I knew it could be worse. I had seen what Trey looked like after he had stolen A.J's car and taken it for a joy ride when he was 16; it was the night A.J broke his nose. Trey probably should have been taken to the hospital that night, but Mum didn't want anyone to know, and Trey was too proud.

My lip was split; that explained the blood I had spat into the sink, and I was right about the cut on my cheek; it was right in the middle of the purple bruise that was already forming on my cheek. My nose was bleeding, but thankfully not broken, so I just wet a wad of toilet paper and cleaned the blood, then rested on top of the closed toilet lid, pinching the bridge of to try and stop the bleeding.

I'm not sure how long I stayed there for, but eventually the bleeding stopped, and I had decided that I only really had one option now. I knew I couldn't go back there, back 'home', and Trey was still in jail. I had no idea who my father was let alone where he lived, but the last I heard he was in prison anyway, so that was out. The only person I really had left was Ryan, at least he might be able to give me some money to stay on my own for a while, at least until things calmed down a bit.

So with that decided I grabbed my bag from the floor and walked out the door, leaving my bloody clothes in the bin in the corner.

I shoved my earphones in, clicked play on 'Beast' by Florence & the Machine, and put my IPod into my jeans pocket; I had previously rummaged through my bag and found that it had been included in my frantic grab for clothes. The only thing to really go right the entire night.

I got onto my bike and started pedalling, cringing at the throb of my bruises as my legs moved, and at the amount of time it would take to actually get to Newport.

I just hoped he would help me.