I was nervous more nervous than I had ever been. I couldn't help myself I just was. All my father's negative words probably weren't helping. Even though I knew there was no use it was out of my hands. I tried to think of the positives. At-least I knew the part really well I mean all I had to do was close my eyes and I'd remember every night and sometimes the days at dad's house. Every scar I had on my body every harsh word said to me. The part I had to play was an abused thirteen year old. Heck, I had played that part since I was nine.

I knew it wasn't likely I would get the part considering the fact I had auditioned for a part in Doctor Who. I had seen some of the other kids resumes and almost all of them had been in a small parts in a show some even main characters. While I had only been the main characters in the plays my local theater put on and my school. I shook my head none of this worrying would help me now. I just had to wait until they called. I was glad they would call either way I couldn't bare the thought of sitting there waiting for a phone call when it wasn't going to come.

I heard the knock on her door and spun around in my desk chair and said, "Come in."

My sister, Grace, popped her head in and timidly asked, "Hey Mattie do you mind helping me with my homework?" I nodded my head and waved her in. Grace shut the door behind her knowing if Mom came home and found me doing her homework mom would kill both of us. Grace walked over to me carrying the book her class had currently been reading Catcher And The Rye. Even though Grace was in eleventh grade and I was in only in eighth. Grace and I had worked out a deal. Each week I would do Grace's English homework and Grace would give me some of her paycheck. Grace handed me the book and gave me a grateful smile.

I couldn't help but feel grateful myself maybe this would help pass the time. I grabbed the house phone of its shelf to make sure I would hear it if it went off. I slipped under the covers of my bed and started reading. I woke up to the ringing of a telephone. Disoriented I scrambled over to my desk and yanked up the phone the caller ID said some random number I had never heard of. I hit answer and said, "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mattie Tyler?" a man asked. The voice was so familiar but yet I couldn't place it.

"Yes, sir" I answered.

"Do you have a parent at home?" the man said.

I looked at the clock it was only 4:30 there was no way mom would be home before 5:30. "No sir," I said.

"Can you tell them something for me, Mattie?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." I answered. I really wish the man would just tell me who he was and what he was calling for. I started to get the feeling that he wasn't calling to say if I got the part in Doctor Who or not.

The man asked, "Mattie, do you know who I am?"

Suddenly it hit me. How could I not have noticed before. Wouldn't he have his assistant or something call though. "Steven Moffat," I said shakingly into the phone.

"Yes," he said "well I just called to congratulate you on getting the part."

"Excuse me," I asked when suddenly it hit me. "Wait you mean I got the part!" I exclaimed.

"Yes I would like to see you tomorrow at eleven at the BBC office if it isn't too much to ask.

"No sir, umm that's perfectly fine," I said excitement coursing through me I honestly couldn't breathe. I was going to go see Steven Moffat tomorrow at eleven I mean I was talking to the Steven Moffat.

"Okay, well it will be a pleasure working with you and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thank you sir. It will be a pleasure working with you too. Thank you so much for the part and I will see you tomorrow. Have a great night bye."

"Bye, Mattie." He ended the call and I stared at the phone I couldn't believe I had gotten the part. Wait, how had I gotten the part. I wasn't anything special. Maybe it was a charity case. Maybe he saw the news report about me and felt bad. No, he wouldn't have done that I mentally scold myself he wouldn't ruin his show to make me feel good about myself. Maybe I just really was a good actress. I shook my head remembering the other kid's resumes they had actual television show. Well, I guess they had to start somewhere too, didn't they?

I closed my eyes maybe this was a joke some sick joke somebody on the set had made up. No, they wouldn't do that. At least I hoped they wouldn't do that. Beside it couldn't be a joke or a charity case they hadn't seen the news that night they hadn't been in Cardiff filming at the time. Maybe there was another child named Mattie Tyler. I shook my head Mattie Tyler wasn't a real common name, was it? No, I thought decidedly I was talking about BBC they didn't just mess up phone numbers and people's names.

I didn't really know what to do. I knew I could tell mom she had to drive me tomorrow, but could I tell Grace or Aidan. Maybe, they didn't even watch the show. I would ask Mr. Moffat about it tomorrow I decided. I closed my eyes too many decisions looking me in the eye. I close my eyes letting my thoughts swirl around my mind.

"Please," I whispered, "I didn't mean to it was an accident I promise." Tears were streaming down my face anywhere else I would have cared, but not right now the pain was too much. Even thought my face was covered in tears I bet it looked better than any other body part right now. Blood was streaming from the open wounds words cut into my skin some from his knife some I did myself. Bruises covered my body from my neck to my feet never the face. He learned never to do that.

"You liar!, he screamed " how many times do I need to tell you to never disrespect me. Fat cow."

"Please," I whispered, please." I knew I shouldn't wish this, but I did. I wished Aidan would hear his screams and my yelp hear the whoosh of his belt hitting me the sound of the knife cutting into my back. He wouldn't though he never did. Aidan would come in see him and call the police. He would go to jail and Aidan and I would never have to deal with him again.

I opened my eyes and tried to blink away the tears. Key word there tried and of course mom decided to walk in at that exact moment and see me sobbing standing there looking like a fool. Great now she was really going to want to put me in therapy. I could play this off though I could say they were tears of happiness.

"Mattie oh my why are you crying. Wait, did they call did you get the part or not either way I am so proud of you. More than you will ever know."

I let her engulf me in a hug. I knew I should tell her, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her. She had been so obsessed with work lately. Well, I couldn't blame her after everything that had happened over the last year. Sometimes it almost felt like she refused to look at me, too much pain I decided. Eventually I broke away from her grasp and put a smile on my face which the longer I continued to fake my smiles the easier it became.

"I got a call earlier on from Steven Moffat," I said softly, "He said I got the part. He said he wants to meet me tomorrow at eleven at the BBC office!" I exclaimed. For the first time in a while my smile is real