Hey, I'm not really new to fanfiction, I have another account but I'm stuck on my stories soo, I have this one wich is my baby, I love this story and well I love JXE stories so I hope you like it!

WARNING:This contains SLASH BoyxBoy so if you don't like don't read! Also it has Cutting wich is bad if you do it get help, and if your friend does it (wich mine did) help them they will be happier when they stop trust me!

Disclaimer: I don't NOT own Twilight or any other reconizable things! I do own my favorite thing in the world MY ipod!


Prologue

My life had been practically picture perfect up until I turned 12,1 lived with my single father; we were middle class, struggling a little bit. But my dad and I were best friends, I did everything with him, I told him everything, but it all changed when he made it big.

We were living in a suburb of Chicago, the greatest city in the world, in my opinion. We had a nice size house in a nice neighborhood; my dad worked as a low pay accountant, but was trying to make it in the record business. He became a father at the age of 16, but my "mother" did not want me so my dad and his parents fought for me and won, he has been a great father ever since.

At the age of 22 his parents died and he was alone he worked hard as an accountant, but he had always wanted to be in the record business, and when I was 12 he made it, and he made it big.

Everything was good, we moved to a condo in the middle of Chicago, and money was no longer an issue, not that I cared. But he became more and more distant as he got deeper into the lifestyle his job came with, parties with drugs and alcohol almost every night, and I was sad that I had lost my best friend, and I thought that was the worst, but I was wrong, or so very wrong.

It all started one night when I was fourteen; I had been late exactly 1 minute past my curfew of 11 on summer and weekend nights. My dad is a fairly big man, muscular but at the time almost 6 inches taller than me, but I never thought much about it until that night. When I came home thinking I was ok since really I wasn't truly late, and my dad was drugged up on something and was very angry, he started yelling and I was scared because though he was distant he had never yelled at me never in my 14 years has he ever and he made up for it.

"YOU FUCKING BASTERD YOU THINK YOU CAN COME HOME WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT!" He screamed in my face I was backed up to the blue walls of the flat, and he was mere inches away

" I was only 1 minute late dad," I said in a calming voice though I was scared to death "IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW LATE YOU WERE! LATE IS LATE AND YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR IT!!" He yelled blowing hot air into my face, but I was confused when he said going to pay, I thought maybe I would get grounded or something, but I was oh so very wrong.

He started punching me in the stomach, and I tried to block his blows but he would still get through, when I was on the ground he started kicking me saying things, I was unable to hear because I was so focused on the pain of the blows.

It went on like this for years, for every little thing I did wrong, or he thought I did wrong, but he only did this when he was drunk or drugged, but had no memory of it when he was not, he always asked me about the bruises, I always shrugged them off, saying I fell or whatever. I was very depressed, and turned what people called "emo" wearing black or dark colors, I also started cutting myself releasing the pain and stress from my life, making everything feel better.

Now I am 17 we are living in the "Vacation home" we were living here for the summer in south Florida. My dad was drugged and was yelling at me for scratching the floor with my shoes.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!!" He yelled into my face and I was once again pressed aghast the glass wall. He started beating me before I could answer, I tried to run away but he kept on kicking me back. I kicked his leg and he stumbled back and he was surprised long enough for me to get up and run away run down the beach, I heard him yell "GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!" I was a very fast runner though my ribs were burning in protest they were most likely broken.

When I got to my favorite spot I sat down in the sand the waves were crashing against the rocks and the full moon was high in the sky with no clouds to disrupt the water was beautiful, sparkling and also the pure white sand was glittering like diamonds I took a deep breath smelling the salty sea, and I winced as a sharp pain shot through my side. I lifted up my shirt and examined the damage, there were yellow bruises from two weeks ago, when I left the window open, and then there were the bruises forming from tonight, I prodded and I winced again as I hit the fractured rib, not too bad, I had worse, this one didn't even need a hospital visit, that was good, I didn't want to stir suspicion

Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small black case, about as big as a cigarette carton, put it to the side and pulled up my black long sleeve and examined the 3 to 4 inch straight cuts going all down the length of my long pale fore arm though I did not see it, I knew it continued from my wrist to my shoulder. I picked up the black case and unzipped it and started to take a sharp razor blade from the strap that held it to it just then I heard a crunch behind me and turned to look who it was, and there I saw a beautiful, tall, honey blonde guy.

His face was the most perfect thing I had ever saw he had prominent cheek bones, and a straight jaw line with it ending in a small round chin. The line curve of the top of his eyes went straight down his perfect nose, with the flat forehead above, all this was framed by spiral curly honey blonde hair that was long in the front, going to above his jaw it was angled and got shorter the more you got to the back, but not too short, and he was very pale, paler than me. He was wearing, a black DC t-shirt that that stretched across his chest in all the right places, he had light blue jeans on, black boots. But I saved his eyes for last, they were a weird mix between gold and red, but still beautiful. But there was something in the back of my mind, saying that I should be afraid, terrified, but the funny thing was, I wasn't.


Hey so I hope you like it please review and I will post the next chap if I get good feedback.