You know that old saying, "sometimes the one that is meant for us and is right in front of our face and we don't know it?" I never have believed in that shit. How can you not know that you're in love with someone? Or maybe it meant that you could be surrounded by someone and were unaware of their presence or the impact they would have on your life. Was that what it meant; or was that love at first sight I was thinking of? I mean obviously you're not going to look at someone and feel a lightning strike surge through your entire body. Or was that possible? Maybe I just never understood the saying. Actually the truth was I didn't understand love. I never really fell crazy head over heels for anyone and I can honestly say I only really loved two people; my mom and my best friend. I guess life has a weird way of working out but my story wasn't over. It was just beginning. As fate would have it, my life was about to change in ways that I would never imagine.

My day started out in utter chaos, well more like panic. I was rudely awakened because my phone wouldn't shut up. I aimlessly reached around the dresser until my hand connected with my phone. One of my many talents is locating that damn thing with my eyes shut. I yawned but still flipped open the phone. The sound on the other end was all I needed to be wide awake fast. My best friend was on the other end crying her eyes out. She was crying so hard her words were coming out in sobbing gasps. Brianna has been my best friend since we were in the second grade. I loved that girl like a sister and I always have. We've been inseperable since we were kids and that hadn't changed either. Well it was more complicated since she moved in with her shit for brains douche nugget boyfriend. Let's just say I'm not fond of him at all.

"Alright Bre, calm down and talk to me what happened?" She let out a few more gasps and then I heard silence. I guess she was trying to catch her breath. I waited patiently silently thinking I was ready to kill him already and she hadn't even started talking yet. Daniel had started out to be a really good guy, in Bre's opinion, but he was overly jealous. Bre reasoned my worries with "he knows what a catch he has in me. Why wouldn't he be jealous?" I let my guard down. If she was happy, I was happy. Things seemed decent between the two until he talked her into moving in with him. At least once a week I got calls like these. Mostly for the dumbest reasons like he went through her phone and seen she called Vin Diesel man candy or that we were planning a shopping trip...stupid shit.

"Danny...he hit me Hope." I jumped out of my bed and wound up slamming my baby toe on the bed frame. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch. I winced and did my best not to scream.

"What?" I asked as calmly as I could. I prayed to god that I had heard her wrong. I mean I did just get woken up right?

"A couple of Danny's friends from work came by last night. They were all drinking and having a good time. His friend followed me into the kitchen and started hitting on me. Obviously they were unreturned advances. I thought nothing of it till this morning when he walked into the kitchen yelling at me for coming onto his friend. I guess Brian texted him and said he needed to get his bitch on a leash and so on. I tried to explain what happened but he wouldn't hear any of it. He said I wouldn't make a fool of him again. He grabbed me by my hair.." she trailed off as she started to cry again. My blood boiled as I pulled my jeans on. No man should ever hit a woman. My thoughts were racing as I dug through my drawers to find a shirt.

"He grabbed my hair," she started again. Her voice was still shaky but she wasn't crying so hard now. "He slammed my face down into the counter. I fell over and he kicked me in the ribs." I growled.

"I'm on my way." She yelled her protests.

"He's not here now he went to work."

"Good while that son of a bitch is at work pack your stuff. You're gonna come stay with mom and me." Bre's mom, in my opinion, has always been worthless. In all of her 21 years, her mom never once chose her over an opportunity to party or get fucked up. I hated her for it, Bre sympathized with her. She has problems Hope, she would always say. So it was a no-brainer that she'd come here. My mom has always treated her as if she were her daughter anyways so I know she wouldn't mind.

"Okay," she replied surprising the hell out of me that's for sure. I really figured she was going to defend him just like she had defended her mom for all of these years.

"I'm getting the keys then I'll be on my way. Be ready."

I hung up the phone and grabbed my moms keys off of the hook.I'll just have to explain later, she will understand.l hopped in the car and drove as fast as I could.

When I pulled up outside their place, my heart fell to my stomach. Daniel's car was outside. I parked my car in the driveway and tried to call her phone. No answer. I hung up and tried again, still no answer. I did the only rational thing I could think of and got out of my car. I walked up to the front door and pounded as loud as I could. I waited for a few minutes and still got no answer. I turned the knob, it was locked. Great! What in the hell am I gonna do? I tried to call her phone again and no answer. I was starting to panic. I got into my car and did the next most rational thing I could think of: I went to the police.

I was sitting at Deputy Hale's desk going over everything that had happened this morning. He stayed quiet, nodding occasionally until I finished talking. Finally he sighed.

"All i can really do is go on down and talk to him. While I do that, you stay here. I'll be back in a minute." I looked around, unsure of my surroundings. I had never been in a police station before. Despite my actions when it comes to Bre, I was a good girl. I have never been arrested, hell I had never even so much as been pulled over for speeding. I got good grades while I was in school and graduated with honors. I wasn't getting off to a bad start in life. I currently was working at the diner in town and was planning to go back to college in the fall. I wasn't your average 21 year old but my mom was extremely proud of me.

I let out a big sigh. I hated sitting anxiously. I started to fidget. I started tugging at my black shirt, trying to make sure I wasn't showing too much clevage. I was in a police station for Christ sakes. I did a quick scan of the room and still no deputy hale. What was taking so long? Did he arrest him? I ran my hands through my reddish brown hair and then proceeded to put it up in a messy bun. Some strands fell into my face but I did my best to blow them away. I did another scan of the room and saw Chief Under standing by the room where the jail cells were. He was talking to someone. I squinted my eyes trying to make out the form. Yeah I was nosy, so what? Deputy Hale decided to interrupt my snooping by sitting down in front of me. He sighed as he folded his hands together. My stomach fell to my knees. What had happened?

"So I just left the Barnes' residence. Unfortunately I found no evidence of your claims. I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you ma'am." My jaw fell. I started rambling.

"Did you talk to Bre? Did you see any bruises?" I sort of screamed the last question. My cheeks flushed. I looked up to see Chief Under staring at me.

"I talked with her and Mr. Barnes. They were both fine. I saw no bruises on her face so I deemed checking her ribs inconclusive. I'm sorry ma'am." I slumped back into my chair. It was then that the mysterious stranger walked past me. His long blonde hair rested on his shoulders. The rest of him I didn't notice because he flashed me a smirk and I was lost in that. Our eyes briefly connected and just like that he was gone.

"Just another slap on the wrist of course. Gets picked up for assault and doesn't spend the night in jail." I glanced back at the door he had exited out of. I didn't know who he was but whoever he was he definitely didn't have a friend in deputy hale.

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