(Lissa's POV)

the sound of rain filled your ears as you woke up from your breif and gaurded slumber, 'just when i was starting to finally get some rest,' you thought pulling yourself from underneath a thin ragged blanket. you brought your feet to the cold wooden floor and felt water on your face, 'great. now the roof is leaking... no doubt i'll be the one to pay for this.' you thought walking over to the corner of the small attic to grab an old empty garbage can. 'this should hold the leak,' you thought tip toeing over to where you first felt the water, when all of a sudden the floor squeeked.

you stoped instantly in your tracks and a flash of lightning went by outside. 'fuck. fuck. fuck. please don't let him hear it. PLEASE don't let him hear it.' you thought to yourself, closing your eyes and clinching your fists, listening for the sound of him. "BANG." the familliar sound of his door slamming made tears roll down your face and the scars of your past mistakes seemed to automatically flare up and burn as bad as they did the moment they were given.

you heard his feet slam on every step, you could hear him breathe like an angry bull, and you knew you weren't going to be able to do anthing about it. "BANG!" the door to the attic flew open and looked like it should've broken to pieces. 'fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.' you screamed on the inside, you wanted to know what happened to him? you wanted this to all just stop. you just wanted to go back.

the first punch tore into your face, sending you flying to the ground. ' I thought i told you to be fucking quiet when i was sleeping you runt!' you stared at the floor. your face aching and your eyes blank and empty. "LOOK AT ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU!" He kicked your side sending you flying against the wall and the familliar sound of a bone cracking greated you. He stormed over to where you were and grabbed your face.

His cold black eyes brought nothing but pain to you. "Your pathetic, you whore." he said grabbing your hands and dragging you to your bed. He slipped his hands up your skirt and ripped off your shirt, "it's time to pay for what you did." the last thing you saw was his face, icy and hard, before you blacked out.

(FF Three hours later (still night)) you woke up to familliar aches and new pains. 'What did i do to make my dad hate me so much?' you thought burring your face in your hands, careful to not upset your newly broken ribs, but keeping your tears at bay. Crying was weakness. Crying means that i can't do it.

the rain pounded harder on the roof and a flash of lightning went by. 'i.. i can't take it anymore...' you thought pulling your head out of your hands, 'i'm so sorry mom, i know i promised i'd stay. i know i promised i'd be here with dad, but i can't.. i just.. i can't.' you quietly pulled yourself out of your bed and made your way to the corner of the room. you pulled up a loose floor board and stared at your last treasures. a locket with a picture of your mother who's bright green eyes brought back the sound of her laughter, a notebook filled with your thoughts on this world, and a large stack of money, stolen from her fathers wallet whenever possible over the last ten years and from her mothers iheritance.

you stood up and a flash of lightning brought your attention to the mirror hanging on the wall infront of you. the punch your father had landed on your face left a nasty purple bruise on your left cheek, and your bright green eyes were filled with something unfamiliar to you... hope maybe? Determination? you moved your long blonde hair to a position where it covered the bruise and grabbed the backpack on the floor. you shoved your mothers locket, your notebook, and a couple clothes into the bag and changed into a sweatshirt and jeans, throwing on a pair of worn out sneakers and climbed out the window into the rain and onto the roof. 'i can't believe i'm actually getting away' you thought climbing down the tree that was planted next to the roof of your fathers house. as your feet hit the ground your legs started running away from the horrors of the life you lived and twards the life you wanted to live.

(FF an hour to the airport)

you walked up to the lady at the ticket counter. she was already giving you a weird look, and you honestly couldn't blame her. how many soaked 18 year olds run up to the air port at six in the morning? "Good morning miss, how may i help you?" the ever chipper ticket lady said with a look on her face that said "get lost." "I need to buy a ticket for the plane that leaves next." you said with a determined but scared look in your eyes. "I'm sorry miss, but the next plane that leaves is to Domino, Japan and the only seat left is in first class." she sneared at you, obviously assuming that with my lack of attire i wouldn't have the money to buy a ticket for such a flight. "i'll take it." you said, a slight bit of anger coming out in your voice. "are you sure? it's $2,013 dollars miss." She said, her eyes daring you. you took out twenty nicely folded hundred dollar bills and pulled out a ten and one three from another bundle. and placed it on the desk. the womans eyes widdened and she nodded, almost instantly handing you your ticket to freedom.

(FF to Boarding)

"A21... A21.." you whispered to yourself as you brushed by the swave business men sitting in their seats too busy on their lap tops to even glance at you as you passed by in your white long sleeved shirt and your dark blue jeans. "A21!" you said as you finally reached your seat, finding a tall, brown haired handsom man sitting in the seat next to yours. he was on his laptop like the other men in the section, and obviously too busy to notice me standing next to him. "umm.. excuse me?" you said, suddenly becoming shy. the man continued typing. "Sir?" He shifted in his seat a little, but didn't respond. "Excuse me sir?" He suddenly snapped out of his trance and shifted his attention to you, "What do you want?" he said in a cold, intimidating tone that made your hands start shaking. "I-I have the seat next to you." you said, your voice reflecting your hands. He stood up and let you by. "T-thank you." you said, finally reaching the comfort of the big leather plane seat that would be her location for the next couple of hours. The man next to you mumbled something under his breath, but you didn't pay it any thought. Today was to precious to ruin because some business tycoon didn't get his morning coffee. You laid your head agains the planes wall and drifted to sleep as the plane began to take off.

(Two hours into the Flight)

*Ladies and Gentleman this is your capitan speaking, it seems that we will be experiencing some minor turbulance for the next few minutes, i'm turning on the buckle up sign. thank you.*

you woke up groggly and snapped your seatbelt on. "looks like someone finally woke up." a deep heavy voice said.

you turned to find the coffee deprived man from earlier staring at you. "Ya.. sorry i was kind of tired. i haven't slept well for a long time." you said trying to hold back from flinching. The position you had been sleeping in made your broken ribs scream.

The man gave you a weird look, "what's that on your face?" your heart jumped. while you were sleeping your hair moved revealing the giant purple bruise on the side of your face. "this? it's nothing. i ran into a door the other day." you said quickly, lieing through your teeth. 'the last thing i want is for a complete stranger to get involved.. let it go.. please?' you thought hoping that for once things would go as you wanted them to go. today was not your day.

"Don't lie to me. a door wouldn't do that." His bright blue eyes flashed dangerously, but behind them there almost seemed to be a flicker of concern.

"Why do you care?" you asked. 'No one's cared before... not my teachers... not the kids at school... why should one coffee deprived business man on an airplane suddenly care about some random girl on a plane wiht a bruise on her face?' "... come with me after the plane lands." he said completely serious his hair over his ice blue eyes, "it's not a request." he then opened his laptop back up and continued working, leaving you to your thoughts.

you turned to the window flabbergasted, 'what in the... how in the... WHAT??' your mind raced. but soon your tired eyes overtook your racing mind and you fell again into the sweet warm arms of sleep.

(FF ALOT LATER)

You woke up to the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard in a room you didn't reccognise. the room was blue, the molding on the walls detailed with silver and the mahogony of the furniture shined like it had never been used. The book shelves were filled with books by Stephen King, and James Patterson and there was even a fish tank next to the big and vibrant desk where the coffee deprived business man was typing on the laptop from before. "Where am i?" you said under your breath, still oggling the beauty of the room. "My home." the man stopped his typing and looked up at you, walking over to the bed you were laying on.

"My name is Seto Kaiba." he said in his rough voice, but his eyes still now contained something in it that made you feel... safe. "I didn't want to wake you on the plane... you looked exahusted. i hope you don't mind but i had a couple of my doctors check you out when you got here. I don't think you got broken ribs and scars all over your body from a door." he said watching me carefully, almost expecting me to break. "... why are you doing this for me?" he looked away and suddenly became very cold, "... don't ask questions."

you looked down and nodded quietly. he looked at you again, "Don't think this all comes free though... i need a favor, and in exchange i will never ask about what your running away from, and i will make sure what ever your running away from never finds you." you had to stop yourself from gasping. 'how can i refuse such an offer?!' you thought staring at the man before you with more admiration than anyone you've ever known, "Anything." you said with joy in your voice. "Marry me."