Hello all! Here's my first fanfic story I plan FOR SURE to finish ((though it may take awhile)) :) Each chapter will be in a different POV, so be sure to read near the top so you don't get confused! I suck at summaries so here's a better one! Please enjoy!

P.S. RATED M FOR VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE, AND ((possibly)) SLIGHT LEMONS!

Summary- Bridgette Eareckson lives with her little brother and abusive father, Adam. No one knows her secret except her boyfriend, Geoff Lewis. Geoff hates the way Bridgette is being treated, and wants to do something about it, but Bridgette is trying to put it off, wanting to keep Geoff away from the horror she know Adam is capable of bringing. But when Bridgette's abuse goes too far, Geoff knows it has to stop. But when he goes for revenge, everything that can go wrong does, and Bridgette is torn between making one of the most difficult options of her life.

BRIDGETTE POV

The ocean breeze whipped around my sunkissed hair around like whisps of gold ribbons as I rode out a wave. Surfing. There's nothing else like it. Nothing could make me feel this happy, this wild, this... this free. . . . Okay, except maybe Geoff and his insane parties, but I highly doubt it.

It was another of those late summer days, the ones that feel the best, just right before schools start up again for everyone. These are the days I love the most, and the ones i'll miss the most; with a perfect breeze and even better waves, what surfer wouldn't love it?

I glided gracefully down the rest of the wave and hopped off my surfboard, splashing cool refreshing water around me like my own private bubble. I waded the rest of the way back to shore and squeezed water out of my hair, scraping wannabe bits of sand off of me as I walked towards the lifeguards shack.

It was almost sunset, around the time where kids and families went home, leaving sandcastles to the wind and waves, lifeguards took off their vests and sunglasses, tossing them carelessly in the lifeguard house as thoughts of home or friends eagerly consumed them, and one of the only times where Mr. Evans, the owner of The Shady Shack snack bar and one of my friends' father, closed up for the day, still bringing a monster appetite home to his family.

All of the surfers were already gone except me. I always stayed until the last possible second, not wanting to ever leave the place I thought of as home.

Since it was only about 7:30, I threw on my light blue sweatshirt and jean shorts over my wetsuit and went to the lifeguard's shack to grab my backpack. Since it was the summer, I used my backpack as a kind of beach bag, with extra clothes, tennis shoes, a towel, brush, etc... But during the school year, I always came to the beach straight after school, never bothering to stop at home to drop anything off.

Why? Because I dreaded the place. There was a big monster there, a big, scary, menacing, deadly monster, and if it weren't for Donovan, my 11 year old brother, I would never bother coming home again.

The monster has a name. It's Adam Spencer. Donovan calls the beast Dad, but he'll never be my father. Not after what happened to Mom. You see, Adam is an alcholoic, smoker, druggie, and man slut all in one, compact, 41 year old man. Apparentally, he used to be really handsome, star quarterback for his high school team, and the sweetest man alive.

Well, I don't get where Mom got that image from, because all I see is an ugly, meth user, whiskey drinker, drug dealer, prostitute loving, child-abusing, horrible son of a gun. If only Mom could see him now...

But thats another story.

I shoved the shack door aside, grabbing my bag and sandals before my eyes could adjust to the gloom of the wooden shack. I wandered back out and trodded over the sand to the pier. I walked towards the end, my feet making the wooden planks creak with protest at every step. I set my bag down and sat next to it on the edge of the dock, feet dangling over the edge, staring out to the sea as the sun crawled down the sky, inch by inch, like coming down a slide at the park in slow motion and taking the color and warmth with it.

I sighed as my thoughts waddled over to think about school. Only four more days before classes were back in session, four days left of my freedom, four days of non-stop surfing and tanning and hanging with tourist surfers. I spent every waking moment during weekends or breaks here at the beach. I never wanted to be home, never under the same roof or anywhere near Adam. After what he'd done to me and my family, I wanted nothing to do with the sick bastard.

But, at the same time, I couldn't wait to get back to school for alot of reasons: I kinda missed Courtney's constant griping and nagging and denial of her crush on Duncan, Duncan's snarky comments to his "Princess" who he also denied his love, to Gwen's somewhat depressing poetry, to Trent's lovely guitar solos, to Owen's constant eating and farting... Okay, that last one I think I could live without. But the one thing I missed the most was Geoff.

I sighed and smiled as I thought about him, and, lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the wood boards creaking as someone crept up behind me on the dock, only when their faint shadow was upon me did I looked up and gasp, building up a scream.

I had just barely realized who had snuck up behind me when I fell off the dock, giving a yelp of surprise. I splashed down in the water, spitting stray water and hair out of my mouth, and glared up at my attacker. He stood there, eyes wide, his mouth an 'o' of surprise and laughter as he saw me wading in the water.

"Geoffery Lewis." I started angrily, faking a glare at him. "How dare you sneak up on me!"

"S-Sorry, Bridge." Geoff stuttered, going along with my play rage. As he watched me, he chuckled and held out a hand to me to pull me back up.

I accepted his hand, but smirked as I caught a glimpse of a plan. Geoff stared at me, confuzed at my mischevious look, then shock and disbelief as I tugged him down into the water with me, having to dodge out of the way so he wouldn't squash me.

He resurfaced, gasping for air as I laughed heartily at the goofy look on Geoff's face. He stared blankly at me for a second, then started cracking up too, head flung back in delight. We tred water for awhile, laughing our guts out, then helped eachother back onto the dock, laying down on the wooden planks. Geoff put his arm around my shoulders as I snuggled close to him, shivering at being in the cold ocean for so long.

"What a welcome that was." I commented.

"Hey, babe." Geoff whispered, burying his face into my wet hair and neck, closing his eyes and smiling.

"Hi, Geoff." I smiled back, leaning back and looking at his handsome face.

Geoff. What could I say about him? I could say he's a polite gentleman, with close cropped hair, a different black pressed suit everyday, a tendency to get straight A's and win awards. Pshh. Maybe on opposite day, but maybe not even then! Geoff is one of the most energetic guy's I've ever met ever! He's a real partier, but he's also a real sweetie. He's pretty tall at 6'1, wears a open pink shirt, jean shorts, brown sandals, and a green cowboy hat all the time, and is probably the hottest guy ever. He's kinda popular and get's invited to parties alot, but is so loyal to spending time with his friends and me. He has golden blonde hair that almost matches mine, but goes alittle past his ears, and the brightest baby blue eyes that are always sparkling with enthusiasm. He gets decent grades and doesn't care what people think about him, but cares what people's issues are and how he can help.

"Bridge? You in there?" Geoff cocked an eyebrow at me, seeing me staring at him for awhile. I shook my head and blushed, mentally scolding myself for being so spacy. I gave him a small and sweet kiss, snuggling back against him.

"Sorry. Zoned out again."

"What'cha thinkin' about?" He asked, rubbing his hands along my arms as I shivered again.

"I was thinking about how amazing you are." I said, earning a silent chuckle from Geoff's chest.

"Oh you were, were you?" He asked, skeptical.

"Mmhmm." I muttered, getting sleepier the longer Geoff was running his hands over my arms. He saw me and chuckled again, giving me a sweet smile. We laid there for awhile, just enjoying each others company in silence, listening to the last cries of the gulls and feeling the suns last rays of warmth before it went to shine on another part of the earth.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Geoff yawned, streched and started to stand up.

"Come on, Bridgette. Time to go. It's-" He paused, glancing at his watch. "Holy shizz, man! It's 8:50! Told the man I was coming home at 8:30!"

I shot up straight as an arrow. Ohhhh crap.

"You gotta be kidding me! I was supposed to be home at 8 to check on Donovan!" I shrieked as I threw my sandals on and threw my bag on my shoulder. Geoff was already half way down the beach by the time I caught up to him. He held his hat with one hand and grabbed my hand with the other. We sped towards my bike and his car.

"Throw it in the trunk. I'll drop you off." Geoff panted as he came to a halt, digging the jingly keys out of his pocket.

"But you'll be ev-" I started to protest, but Geoff just grabbed my silver bike from the rack, popped open the trunk, and tossed it in, slamming it down and jumping into the drivers seat. I reluctantly climbed in and barely had my seatbelt around me when Geoff sped out of the parking space and onto the road towards my house.

His glowing dashboard in his BMW told me it was 8:53. Man I was so busted. With the windows down in the car, the loose hair from my ponytail was whipping around. Geoff practically had to sit on his hat to keep it from blowing out and away.

We sped along in silence. Geoff'd been to my house plenty of times, more than anyone else knew he had been. He'd snuck up the tree onto my roof outside my window one night, and ever since then he'd come along about 2 or 3 times a week to hang or talk or even (once) sleep with me (not as in "sleep" with me, but, you know, literally sleep with me.).

I glanced at the menacing glowing numbers, showing me 8:55 on the clock. I was a mess. I hoped Donovan or even Adam wouldn't notice.

"Ugh! Come on, red lights! Let's go!" Geoff shouted to the stoplight. Even though the beach was only 2 or 3 miles away from my house, there were still a whole lot of stoplights. As soon as the turn signal turned on, he zoomed around the corner, and not a second later my house was in view.

And so was Adam's boiling red face.

Crap.

Well there's chapter 1! Please R&R! I'd appreciate it! Don't sue me for grammar issues or too much OOC-ing ((I'm 13 gimme a break you guys!)) ((I'm joking... :3 lol)) Anyway please enjoy reading!

~Mik Mik :3