Rizzo's POV-

My name is Betty Rizzo but you probably just know me as Rizzo. Everyone thinks I have a great life, but they don't know the half of it. They've never met any of my family and it's for a perfectly good reason.

My mom died of cancer when I was three years old. My dad found a way to blame it on me, he started hitting me and screaming at me every night. I used to cry every time, I refuse to cry now. Nobody knows about it, that's one of the reasons I wear pants and never take my pink lady jacket off.

I have a scar, from the first time my dad hit me. He threw a beer bottle at me and it crashed on my arm. I can still feel the pain of glass cutting into my skin. I can still hear my cries from that day. Things never got better, they only get worse.

I'm sitting on my bed right now. I just stare at my wall, waiting for my dad to come home. A door slams and I tense up, I feel tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly wipe them away. I refuse to cry. I can't show him weakness.

He walks into my room and slams the door closed. He's screaming at me and I drown it all out. I wish I could tell someone, I can't though. I try to think about something else and forget what's going on around me.

I think about how I get to hang out with the girls after school tomorrow. I get to see Kenickie, and that's always fun. I get to see all the guys, and it's fun to mess with them.

My dad walks out and I feel as if I'll never be able to walk again. I hear something hit my window and looked up to see Kenickie there. I sat up slowly and opened the window, he jumped into my room and hugged me.

Kenickie didn't just hug me, this was the first time it had ever happened. It was obvious he had seen everything. I sniffed holding back tears, no one would see me cry.

Kenickie practically read my mind,"Rizz, you know you can cry in front of me." He whispered to me. I broke into hysterics and he just pulled me closer. I calmed down and relaxed in Kenickie's arms. He didn't let go of me, he kept me close.

"Nickie," I say looking up at him.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright." He said reading my mind. I laid my head on his shoulder and he just held me there. My door opened up and my dad screamed at me from the doorway.

Kenickie set me down on my bed as I started to cry again. He stood up and punched my dad. My dad staggered back and threw a punch at Kenickie. I screamed as Kenickie fell to the floor.

Kenickie stood back up and hit my dad again. My dad fell to the ground unconscious and Kenickie sat down next to me. He hugged me and cradled me into his arms. He carried me out of the house and set me down in Greased Lightning.

He set me down and I looked up to him. His mouth was bleeding. He sat down next to me and I flung my arms around his neck.

"You alright?" I ask him as he started to drive away.

"I'll be fine babe." He said and I kissed his cheek. He drove off to Frosty's and parked outside. He looked me straight in the eye and he got really serious. "How long?" He asked, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"It started when I was three." I whispered softly.

"I'm gonna kill 'em." He says starting to stand up.

"Nickie," I say grabbing his arm,"don't do anything stupid." I say.

"Alright, fine." We sat there silent for a few minutes and we drove away again. We drove up to Kenickie's house. He carried me inside and set me down on his bed. Katie ran in and jumped up next to me. But Kenickie told her I need to be alone and he would come to her room in a minute.

Kenickie kissed my head and stroked my hair back. "Go to sleep." He whispered softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied softly. I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything.

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