Author Note::

I'll probably be flamed for this, but I don't care. This is a Eli/OC story, if you don't like, don't read. This story it's a key story for me on fanficiton. Just something to do when I get bored, and I've been bored a lot lately. I have 'All Over Again' and 'This Maddening Game of Dancing' fictions too, but right now the main squeeze is 'All Over Again'.

I've neglected 'This Maddening Game of Dancing' and this story might end up the same too. :\ But I've got a lot more on my flash drive for this one than the other.

Also this is my first M story. This is because of the plot I have planned for it. I don't wanna give it away of course, but be cautioned. There won't be like heavy lemons or something crazy like that. But mostly just violence and other things of the sort. Just M to be safe, could be considered a high up T.

Enjoy.

"Ms. Zimmer, it's probably best that you take Emma and move somewhere else."

Outside the wind was blowing softly, making the leaves on the trees try to hold onto the branches tightly for dear life. The ones on the ground rustled together, sometimes billowing together and making a small tornado-like figure.

I was like those leaves.

Everything I had in Florida to hold onto was slipping away, because my father was the wind; pushing and pulling me away from everything I love.

I grunted in a harsh sarcastic laugh.

"We have reason to believe that someone bailed him out of jail. There isn't much we can do there, but we can relocate you and your daughter elsewhere until the trial."

I yanked another sweater off of the hanger on my closet. It was black and had an odd graphic on the from in red and white. It was Stephen's. My boyfriend. I smiled softly at the thought. How'd I miss him the most. Sure I had friends, and sure they were there for me when I didn't want to go home because of the fighting; but I could always rely on Stephen.

We only had been dating for a month, and I was already starting to feel something more than like for him.

Something closed over my heart and tightened, making me loose my breath and small tears spring to my eyes.

Because I was leaving him.

"The trial isn't for another two months, but we think it's for Emma's best interest, and your own, that you both leave now."

I have to say bye to him at least.

Everything happened so fast in the past two days I'm not really sure if there was some possible reason to where as he would have known what happened.

What happened.

My mother, Sharon, and my father started to fight a lot. He lost his job and everything went to shit because he was to depressed to find another. So alcohol became his best friend, and he became my drunk father.

Before he'd scream at her for being a 'bitch' for not looking for a job. That it was 'her fault' that he lost his.

But all in all it was pretty much no ones fault. The company lost everything because of the economy.

He didn't see it that way though.

And my mom can't see out of her left eye after he hit her last week.

I thought it was an accident. Because she told me it was an accident.

But I know it wasn't an accident when he grabbed a knife and put it against my throat. Because 'I was a whore that was sleeping with all the guys, disgracing him, and he'd slit my throat if I was pregnant'. My struggle to escape his grasp caused the knife to cut into my throat, and enough blood to make me panic.

"We'll take care of everything. Just until you can start to stand on your own feet."

I already put most of my clothes away, and I really shouldn't be outside right now. But I wanted to see him. Stephen.

Thankfully he was only a few houses down from mine.

I tightened my scarf around my neck, smiling because it smelt like him; it was his.

His porch was in my view, so I jogged the rest of the way. Once I made it to the steps, I looked through the living room picture window to even see if he was home. If there was any place he'd be in the house it'd be in the living room; because it was his room. He lives in a two bedroom house with his parents and little sister—so he was nice enough to give up his room when she was born a few years ago.

My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach.

On the couch was Stephen—trusting into my friend Catherine.

I felt nothing after that.

I felt nothing as I walked home, wishing that I was just another leaf in that wind. Now I didn't care if I left. Now I wanted to leave. I always thought if something like this ever happened, that I'd cry and bawl my eyes out—my heart breaking into a million thousand pieces. I'd want to go in there and rip out his throat and scream and yell and cry like they did in every situation like this.

Instead I did what I never expected to do.

I tossed his scarf on the porch and started to walk away.

Fuck him, fuck her; fuck love.

Just fuck it all.

"We're going to move you two out of the country. Don't be startled, it's going to be fine. We have already told the Canadian government of the situation and they are more than glad to help. The farther away from Florida, the better. You'll have to change your names of course for extra precaution."

Degrassi, here I come.