Ok, I didn't come up with this story plot. A friend of mine (yonie) sent me a message asking me to write this. So if you like the plot, send her a message so she get's some credit too.

Sydney Dolla raced down the straight trying to get home. She was five minutes late after curfew. Sure, it was only five minutes but five minutes to her parents were five hours.

Her legs were about to give out but she kept running. And finally, she reached the porch. She ran into the house panting and thought she was safe. Until she looked up.

Her parents were glaring at her.

"Where have you been?!" her father yelled.

Sydney gulped. "I-I was with M-Mike and--"

Tony, he father, cut her off with a slap to the face. "We've told you tons of times!" he yelled. "We want you home at eleven o'clock sharp!"

"I'm sorry," she said over his voice.

He took off his belt and started to smack her everywhere. And he wasn't hitting her with the belt part. He was hitting her with the buckle.

Sydney cried in pain. "Make him stop!"

"Enough babe," her mother, Michelle, said.

The girl smiled. This was the first time her mother stood up for her.

"Let me have a hit."

Her smile faded as she thought, Oh god.

Michelle gripped her by her hair and threw her against the wall.

Sydney slid down in surrender. She could never win this fight. She never could.

Michelle slapped her again and again and again.

Then Tony came back and punched her in the stomach.

She grunted.

"Get your ass upstairs," he growled.

A sob escaped from Sydney's lips. She got up slowly and limped toward the stairs.

"Hurry up!" Michelle shrieked.

Sydney sobbed again and began to walk up the stairs. She went into her room and cried into her pillow. Then something vibrated in her pocket. She pulled out her phone to find one text message from her ex-boyfriend Mike.

She pushed her sweaty brown hair out of her eyes to see better.

What happened? it read.

I got home a couple min. late & mom and dad started hittin me, she sent back.

I told u not to cum wit me

R u kiddin me? Ur the one who dragged me wit u! I said no from the very beginning!

Shut up Sydney. This is y u always get in trubl. U can never keep ur dumb mouth shut.

Sydney didn't bother to answer. She knew that Mike was mad at her and was likely to hit her. Just like he did when they were going out.

She wiped her face and tried to get some sleep.

The next morning after she took a shower, she was looking in the mirror to see what she could do with her hair. But when she looked up, she saw her face has bruises on it.

"Crap," she mumbled. She pulled out her makeup to hide it. And it worked. It was just the swelling she had to worry about. She dug around in her room looking for some eyeliner and eye shadow. She figured if she could draw someone's attention away from the swelling and toward something else, it would seem like she was perfectly fine.

She put on purple eye shadow and black eye liner. "That looks a little better," she said to herself.

Sydney then looked down to see if there were any other bruises. And there were. There was one on her right arm. How am I gonna hide that? she thought. Well I guess I could wear some long sleeved shirts. Ugh, but it's so hot nowadays. She thought of something that would cover it. A tattoo maybe? A bunch of people have them. I guess that could work.

She got dressed in a purple shirt with a black vest overtop. Then she put on black skinny jeans and converse. And just to look cool, she put on a black fingerless glove.

"Sydney!"

She trotted down the stairs.

"Your father and I need you out of the house."

"Why?"

"None of your business," she snapped. "But we need you out of here so go."

Sydney took her things and left out of the front door. She walked to the tattoo parlor.

"Aren't you a little young to get a tattoo?" a woman asked.

Sydney panicked. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Let me see some ID."

"Um…I don't have any ID."

"Oh well then I've gotta sell you some." (A/N: I thought it'd be good to add some humor in there.) "Pick whichever one."

Sydney picked the first one she saw.

"That'll be five dollars."

Sydney paid the money.

"Ok kid, where do you want your tattoo and what do you want it to be?"

"I want it on my right arm, and I want it to be a dragon."

"A dragon?"

"Yeah. I like fantasy stuff."

The lady shrugged and took out her tools.

LATER

Sydney walked out with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

"You gonna be alright, kid?"

"Yeah," she croaked.

"Ok."

Sydney walked around thinking of all her friends she could visit. But it was Sunday, the day before school started. They were probably busy.

"Yo Sydney!"

The brunette turned around to find Mike running to her. "Hi."

"What goes on?"

"Nothing."

"Is that a tattoo?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You're parents are gonna kill you!" He lightly shoved her on her sore arm.

"Ow! Stop, that hurts!"

"Who are you yelling at?" he asked.

"You."

He then punched her sore arm.

Sydney had to bite her lip to keep from crying.

"And you wonder why your parents keep hitting you."

God I wish I could kick your ass, she thought.

"I gotta go. My mom wants to take me school shopping."

"Bye."

Sydney continued to walk around hoping to find something that would help pass the time.

Hope u like it! Don't forget to send yonie a message. And if there are enough reviews I might update something again.