Chapter 1

Liza was walking home from school when her cell phone rang. Sighing she knew it would be her mother, telling her to go to her hiding place until told other wise.

"Hello?"

"Liza? It's Mom." Her mother sound worried and upset.

"What's wrong Mom?"

"Well, your father just called."

Liza knew what that meant. " Yeah? What did he say?"

"He just said the norm. He's coming home. And it sounded like he was in one of his 'moods'"

Liza could feel the panic rising in her stomach "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to your hiding spot, just like yesterday honey. I'll call you when he passes out. You might have to spend the night in hiding. Do you have spare clothes?"

"Yes Mom. I got to go. Someone is coming up behind me. Be careful."

"I will. Bye."

As Liza hung up, she started the short walk to her hiding spot. It wasn't even three minutes later when she pulled the leaf drape and slipped silently into the cave. The moment she set foot into the cave, she felt feelings of safety and comfort. She smiled to her self as she walked over to a pile of cushions. She loved this cave from the first time she found it. It had hieroglyphics on the walls. In her favorite spot, there was a handprint embedded in the wall. On the palm of the handprint was a small golden pyramid with a weird eye in the center. Liza's smile grew when she remembered the first time she saw the handprint.

It was the first time her father came home drunk. Her mother, thinking something was up, set Liza into the woods behind their home to hide. Liza remembered how she had ran for hours it had seemed. When she had stopped to rest and set her bag down, she had leaned against the leaf drape, and had fallen in. Clutching her bag, a sixteen Liza had walked slowly around the cave. Liza remembered how she had found the handprint, and had placed her right hand on it. She had been surprised to see that her hand had fit almost perfectly. The handprint had been of a boy, an older boy she had thought.

Now it was six months after she had found the cave. Since then she had had her seventeenth birthday. Yet, she some how knew, no matter how many months went by she would always find comfort and safety here.

Liza, without taking her backpack off, walked over to the hand print and placed her hand on it. In stead of staring at a cave wall, like normal, she was staring at the cutest guy she had ever seen! He was just standing there, smiling at her. He had violet eyes and multi-colored hair.