"I don't want you to leave!" My best friend, McKynleigh, said as she hugged me good-bye. I was moving with my father to a little town called Lima, Ohio.

"I don't want to leave either Miki." I sighed, pulling back from her bone crushing hug.

"Come on Selene,we have to get going." My dad, who I honestly am dead afraid of, said. I climbed into the front seat of the car and watched as the town that I had been born and raised in flew by for the last time in my sad life. -

We got to Lima a few days later and I looked out the window at the almost nonexistent town. On one of the sidewalks I spotted some cheerleaders and their coach, who was riding on a motorized scooter, yelling at them through a megaphone. "Faster ladies! I don't care if you're dehydrated, we are going to do this until I think you deserve a break!" The first thing that came to mind after she said that was, 'Wow she's harsh.'. We continued to drive until we pulled into our new driveway. Sighing, I walked upstairs to my room.

Later that night my father, who was drunk, burst into my room and started to yell and hit me. "You little bitch! You should have died instead of her! You were a mistake anyway!" The tears streamed down my face and he hit me, harder than before. After about half an hour he stopped and left my room, his rage disappearing. Downstairs I heard the fridge open and the clanking of glass as my father grabbed a beer. Whimpering quietly I stood up and climbed into bed, hoping tomorrow would bring me happiness.

My alarm blaring my favorite line from "Good Morning Baltimore" is what woke me up the next morning. After showering and getting dressed in a t-shirt, skinny jeans, and some tan high heeled boots,I went downstairs. Grabbing my backpack I left for the school.

Hitting pause on my iPod touch, I walked into the office. "Hello, I'm Selene Antebellum."

The receptionist looked up from her computer and said, "Oh, yes. You're the transfer student from Western Kentucky." I nodded then she handed me my schedule and directions to my homeroom.

"Thank you for your help." I said,walking out of the office and to my homeroom.

Running to my locker I tripped on my own feet and fell. "Are you okay?" A boy with an accent asked, reaching down to help me up. I took his hand hesitantly. "I'm Damian, the Irish exchange student."

Shaking his hand I said, "I'm Selene Antebellum, the transfer student from Kentucky." My accent, which was usually hidden, made itself known. I released his hand and walked the rest of the way to my locker.

I paused at the choir room door and listened.

A tall nerdy boy, who reminded me of Edward Cullen from Twilight, was doing the intro to the song,

"Brothers and sisters
We are here for one reason
And one reason alone
To share our love of music
I present to you
Country music without prejudice, hey!"

Then a short girl, who looked like she was ten, took over,

"Country boys don't rock and roll
Yeah the record man told me so
Yeah you'll never get it on the radio
Why they trying to complicate
The simple music that we make
Oh cause if it moves my soul
I'm gonna keep on rollin', rollin'."

Then the entire room joined in,

"Hey, just wanna hear everybody sing (rollin', rollin')
At the top of your lungs till the windows break (rollin', rollin')
Say hey, hey, hey"

A man than I was sure was the director applauded and said, "Good guys, it's a 9. But we need a 10. There's something missing but I can't figure out what."

I snorted and said, making my accent prominent, "What y'all need is someone who actually can sing country music."

A girl with black hair and blue eyes spoke up and said "Mr. Schuester. if I may,we can't preform this song-"

I cut her off and said, "Why can't you? I mean all you guys are missing is a little more country to your group."

She glared at me and said, "This is a glee club not a hillbilly jamboree!" I gave her a glare before turning around and leaving the choir room, preparing myself for the abuse that was going to come if I didn't get dinner made before six.

"Where's my food you bitch?" I tensed up as my father came into the kitchen, where I was making dinner, and grabbed my arm.

"It's cooking, I'm sorry it's not ready yet." The fear in my voice was eminent.

My father threw me against the wall and said, "Get it done withing the next five minutes if you know what's good for you." He grabbed a beer from the fridge and left the room.

A few hours later I sat in my room, examining my arm where bruises were beginning to form, when my phone began ringing. "Hello?"

"Selene, it's me."

"Hey Miki. What's up?"

"Nothing much. How's life in Lima?" I looked at my door as I heard my father walking around"Selene? Are you there?"

"What? Oh yeah. Life's okay, I guess. Hey Miki, can I call you tomorrow? I have to finish some homework."

"Sure. Talk to ya tomorrow." Sighing I hung up my phone and changed for bed. Shutting off the light I began to think about a life where I didn't get hurt.

Songs in this chapter:

Rollin' by Big and Rich

A.N:

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be out soon. Review and tell me anything i can change for later chapters