Hi! This is my first fanfic so I hope u like!
Oh, one more thing, if you see something you recognize, chances are, I DON'T OWN IT! (That includes A&A)
ALLY'S POV.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I reached over and unlocked my phone to stop the alarm. Then I looked at the time. 5:30am. Perfect. I inclined my seat. With such a cheap phone I wasn't sure the alarm would even go off, but after throwing away so many it was all I could afford. They didn't break, in fact, I have never owned a phone long enough for it to break, but HE always found a way to track them.
It might be a bit confusing now but once I tell you my backstory, you'll understand.
I'm 17 years old. My real name is Allyson Key, but to most my name is Ally Dawson. My twin brother Brett and I have never had an easy life. My dad's been abusing us for as long as I can remember, including our mom. When we were 12, my dad started raping me. When Brett found out, he promised me that man would never do it again. Every time our father would try, Brett would use all the strength in his body to try to prevent it. Brett's a warrior. He never broke his promise.
When we turned 15 we started getting into trouble. Drinking, partying, anything to get out of the house. One day I took a home pregnancy test and it came up 'positive'. Not knowing what to do, I decided not to tell Brett.
But one month later, I couldn't sleep, the guilt was eating me away and I had to tell Brett. It was 2am. He helped me, and we finally ran.
Flashback
I can't take it anymore, the guilt's killing me. So I got up, crept over to my dresser drawer, and pulled it out. A little stick that said one word. 'Positive'. I crept over to Brett's bed. I shook him gently, asking him to wake up. We had so many bruises, and I didn't want to hurt him. A tear escaped me as I handed him the stick, wordlessly. He stared at it. Just stared and stared.
After about 5 minutes, I thought I lost my best friend. When suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door and through the house to the back door.
End of flashback
I remember him dragging me to a sketchy used car lot and we ended up falling in love with a yellow beetle. We drove off that night and after driving for 3 hours, we ended up in the outskirts of Boston. We got jobs, made friends, and I came up with the brilliant idea of parking in a public swimming pool parking lot, so we had showers and bathrooms right there. When I made friends, I told them my story. Didn't think anything of it.
On our 16th birthday, both me and Brett got our licenses.
1 month later, Rosanna Key was born in the back seat of that same yellow beetle we fell in love with. It wasn't until 1 day, after work...
Flashback
"...and then, he reached down and picked the treat with his little paw!" I laughed. Cali was my best friend. She knew everything about me. I was having such a good time at the mall with her. Until I looked over my shoulder and saw him. I tensed up. I couldn't move. She caught this. "Are you ok?" She asked. I shook my head. "He's here." Was all I could say.
She immediately caught it. She followed my gaze, then nodded. I tried to warn her, but I couldn't say anything. She walked over to my dad and started talking to him. He looked mad. She put her hand behind her and made a 'scram' motion with her hand. I knew I couldn't go warn her without my dad seeing me, so I reluctantly ran off.
End of flashback
When I ran back to the car, I told Brett what happened. He told me to take the car, and leave. He'd find other shelter. I was scared. When he pulled something out of his his pocket, it was a cell phone. "He's tracking ours," he had said. "We need new ones."
Before heading into the car, I turned, and placed the 4 month old into Brett's arms. "Take care of her," I had said. Brett said nothing, just bowed his head. "Promise." He had said, right before I left. Ever since then I've been bounced from city to city. Running like a coward when he finds me.
We also never found Cali, who I assume he kidnapped, so the new rule was no making friends. No one to trust=no one to tell secrets to=no one gets hurt. Besides me. And Brett. And Rosanna.
But back to now. I went inside the building I was parked in front of—another public swimming pool—and took a shower. After I was done, I looked at the time again. 6:15am. I went back to my car and picked my clothes, then put them on. 6:50am. Finally, I did my makeup. It took the longest, as I have a lot of scars and its hard to make so much make up look natural. Once done, one more glance at the time reveals it's 7:40am.
I got out of the car, now presentable, and started walking to school.
After a long walk—almost an hour—I was late. It was so long because I was on the outskirts, harder to find, and I couldn't take my car unless I wanted to risk someone seeing the clothes and food inside. I didn't care about school though, it was just a cover. I stopped to take it in for not even a second before pushing through the big blue doors.
And hitting someone.
AUSTIN'S POV.
"Austin! Get your ugly ass down here! School starts in 10 minutes!" My father yelled. My eyes opened slowly but once my mind registered what he said, I shot out of bed and looked out at my clock. Damn, he's right! I quickly threw on a t-shirt and jeans, my necklace and grabbed my sneakers. I quickly did my makeup so no one would see my bruises. I ran down, and into the kitchen, completely forgetting he was there and letting my hunger get the best of me. "What the hell are you doing in here?" He started, "you don't deserve to eat! Get to school!"
"Y-ye-yes s-sir!" I stuttered more than I hoped to and ran out the front door to my motorcycle.
My dad abuses me every day ever since I told him I was gay and he thought I would be a loser. I never told anyone else anything after that. No one knows I'm gay. They'll be more disappointed with me. No one knows I'm being abused. They'll pity me. And if father finds out I told, he'll kill me. LITERALLY. Ever since, I need to be popular at school and pick on others to make sure I'm not being picked ON.
I rode really quick, way past the speed limit, and got to school in 5 minutes. Still late but only by about 10 minutes. I dashed through the side entrance of the the school. It didn't occur to me that my locker was on the other end of the school. "Well, more running," I whispered to myself.
Then, I started sprinting to my locker. I was going so fast I didn't notice a blue door swinging out and hitting me in the face. I fell to the floor clutching my nose. My dad hit me there really hard the day before and I was sure it was already broken. Now, I just felt like dying. Here, and now. Someone appeared on the other side of the door looking horrified. She had brown wavy hair with caramel tips. "H-hi." She stuttered. "I'm SO sorry! I'm new here! I mean, my name's not 'new here', it's Ally. Ally Dawson."
She offered me her hand, I took it, and got up, still holding my nose. "D-do you want me to walk you to the nurse?" She asked. "No, thanks. I can get there myself... Dorkson." I said. How clever. Dorkson. I'm using that. "Just trying to help" she said as I ran off.
Well? What do u think? Positive and negative comments accepted:) This chapter was mostly an introduction, the next chapter will hopefully have more talking and drama! And mostly SECRETS! Hopefully, I will update soon. I AM HOPING TO UPDATE AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. I want to try to update more, but writing takes longer than I thought! Kk, bye -xx!
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