Concrete Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... I wish I did…
A/N: This story is based on the song Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. It actually made me cry, multiple times especially when I saw the video…
Okay, this is an AU it's in high school. Meredith is 15 years old. I made the age difference between Derek and Meredith smaller, so Derek is 16.
Meredith lives with her dad, still in Seattle. Her mum had left her with Thatcher when she was born.
Izzie, Christina, Meredith and George are in the same class. Alex is in a class higher than them.
Chapter 1: Daddy's Little Girl
15 year old Meredith opened the door of her house, her school bag on her shoulder. Her big green eyes looked around the house for any signs of her father. Quietly she walked further into the house and closed the door behind her.
Quickly she ran up the stairs, into her room and closed the door behind her. She lay down on her bed and closed her eyes.
"Daddy, please, I'm sorry"
"You don't just walk away from me" Thatcher pulled the little girl with him and threw her on he couch
"I'm sorry" Five year old Meredith said between her tears.
"You should be." He punched her on her nose. "Now go clean up" Thatcher pulled her of the couch again.
Meredith walked to the kitchen and grabbed a tissue, her nose was bleeding. She didn't understand why he hit her, he had done it before but not this hard. She sat down against some cupboards and tried to stop the bleeding.
After she cleaned herself up a little she wanted to go to her room but she was to scared to face her dad. She peeked into the living room and saw her dad watching TV with a beer bottle in his hand. She quietly walked pass him and walked upstairs, to her room…
Meredith opened her eyes. She could remember every single time he had hit her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She suddenly realised she had homework to do, so she walked to her desk grabbing her school bag with her. She emptied her bag on her desk, opened a few books and started doing her homework.
She was actually pretty good in school. She searched for comfort in it. She could take her mind of things and just deepen herself in her schoolwork, it worked for her.
An hour later her father came home, she didn't hear him until he burst in her room. She looked op from the books.
"Ah, here you are" He walked towards her. "Where is my food?" He was standing so close now, she could smell the alcohol.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to cook."
"Now you know, go make, it has to be done in 30 minutes" He said pulling her of her chair.
Meredith walked downstairs, rubbing the arm he pulled. 'And the bruises where just starting to heal' She thought. Sometimes she just wishes she was never born. She started cooking dinner…
An hour later she served the food. Her father was already sitting at the table.
"Didn't I tell you it had to be finished in 30 minutes?" He yelled.
"I'm sorry dad, I can't cook that fast yet."
"Sorry? I've been waiting and waiting" He stood up, grabbed her arm and pushed her backwards. She fell against the wall. Suddenly Thatcher grabbed his beer bottle and threw it on the wall, just above her. She could feel the glass falling on her. He walked over to her and kicked her in her stomach. She fell on the floor and could feel the glass on her bare skin. Suddenly he stopped kicking and walked to the table. He just sat down and started eating. Meredith tried to stand up, she didn't care about the glass that was slowly going deeper into her hand.
When she finally managed to stand up she walked up to the stairs. It took all the energy left in her body to climb up the stairs. When she reached the bathroom, she locked the door and sat down against the bathtub. As she tried to get al the glass out of her hands, tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked at her arms, they were full of bruises, one shaped like a hand.
After she cleaned her wounds up, she walked to her room and let herself fall on her bed. She didn't have the energy to change into her pyjama's and she just fell a sleep in her clothes, covered in blood.
The next morning she tried to camouflage her bruises with make up. But they were to dark, so she just put on a sweater, over her tank top. She walked downstairs and saw her father a sleep on the couch. She walked out of the door and quietly closed it behind her.
The entire walk to school she walked with her head down, looking at her shoes. She was glad she didn't have any bruises or cuts in her face, that was harder to hide and it hurt more.
As to the doors of the school, she saw Christina waiting for her leaning against a wall next to the doors.
"Hey, Mere" She said.
"Hey" Meredith answered her friend.
"What's wrong, you look like crap"
"Thanks" She shot back.
"Why are you wearing that sweater? It's like 15 degrees."
"I'm cold"
"Yeah right" Christina said sarcastic.
Meredith walked further inside and to her locker. Next to her, her other friend Izzie was just opening hers. "Hey"
"Hey Mere"
Izzie closed her locker again and leaned against it. "Have you seen the new guy yet?"
"No, what new guy?" Meredith said searching in her locker for her books.
"He is standing right there" She nodded her head to some guys standing at the locker across them.
Meredith turned and looked in the direction Izzie had told her too. She could catch a glimpse of him. He had curly black hair and piercing blue eyes. He must be about 16, one she older than she.
"Hot, right?" Izzie said. "His name is Derek, or something"
"Well I don't see it" Christina said, she opened her locker.
"What do you think Mere?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you think he's totally hot?"
"Weren't you dating with that Alex guy?" Christina asked.
"Yeah, but I can still say he's hot, can't I?"
"Sure Iz" Meredith closed her locker. "Now, let's go to class." She avoided Izzie's question, she didn't like to be involved with a relationship, it just scared her.
Meredith was just writing down her homework for the next lesson as a note fell on her table. She opened it.
Bambi-boy is watching you
-Christina-
She looked at the boy sitting next to her. He quickly turned his head to his books and turned red. Meredith focused on her homework again, she didn't like that kind of attention and she didn't look at the boy again the entire lesson.
The bell rang and everyone walked out of the class room. Meredith went to her locker to get the books for the next lesson. She didn't have time to put it in her bag and she hurried to the class room. On her way someone bumped into her and all her books fell on the floor. The person just walked past her and she kneeled down to pick her books up.
Suddenly a hand handed her a book that fell a metre away from her. "I thought you might need some help."
"Thanks" She looked up in the smiling face of the new boy. "You're the new guy right?"
"Yes, Derek" He offered his hand.
She took it. "Meredith" She smiled.
Derek smiled too. "Nice to meet you" He looked in her eyes, she looked like an angel to him with her gold locks and her green eyes.
"Nice to meet you too" There was an awkward silence. "I, uhm, have to go to class"
"Yeah, sure, I'll see you around."
"Yes" She walked away and hurried to her next lesson.
Meredith had trouble concentrating during her science lesson. The piercing blue eyes of the new boy just kept getting her attention. It was pathetic really, she just met him and already she couldn't get him out of her head.
When she got home she saw her father sitting on the couch with another beer bottle in his hands.
"Where were you? I didn't give you permission to go"
"I had to go to school" She said as she walked to the kitchen.
"Don't you go all smart ass on me" He put the beer bottle down on the table.
"I'm sorry dad" She walked back to him, with her head down.
"Now go upstairs I don't want to see you down here again today, okay?"
"Yes, dad" She turned and walked to her room.
After she had done all her homework and some she would probably get the next week she listened to some music. She was hungry but she didn't have any food in her room. To keep her mind of food she started writing, she often wrote poems. She wrote about everything. Love, family, friends, about everything you can write a poem about.
After an hour of writing it started to get dark, she looked up to the sky, to the moon. She was still hungry but she didn't think about it as long as she looked at the moon. She just loved the night everything seemed so free.
As it got darker and darker she felt her hunger again. She couldn't go downstairs. So she carefully opened her window and climbed down. She walked over the streets and she felt free, free to do anything. Suddenly the hunger disappeared again and she decided to go to a river close to her house.
As she sat down at the river she looked over the water it looked beautiful in the light of the moon. Suddenly she heard something behind her, she turned around quickly, eyes wide.
"Didn't I just met you at school"
"Derek?" She said gasping. "You scared me"
"Sorry" He walked towards her and sat down next to her. "So are you going to tell me what you're doing here in the middle of the night, all alone?"
"I just…" She sighed. "…wanted to get some fresh air. What about you?"
"Yeah fresh air"
Meredith smiled. "So I guess you moved close to here."
"Yeah that house over there" He pointed to the house across Meredith's
"Yeah I live across that one"
"Yeah, I know"
"How do you know?"
"I saw you sneaking out a window. Do you often sneak out in the middle of the night?"
"Do you often spy on teenage girls?"
"No"
"Well, I don't sneak out that much"
Derek smiled.
Meredith tried to stand up and Derek offered her his hand. He felt the wounds on her hand and turned it around. "What happened to your hand?"
"Ow, I fell, in glass"
"Oh"
"I'm gonna go home"
"I'll walk you"
A/N: So… What do you think? There are a lot of stories about this song on but none of GA… so I thought… I'll write it… REVIEW!