A/N: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ THE WHOLE AUTHOR'S NOTE! I'm finally back! I'm soooooo sorry it took me this long to get the sequel up, but I was waiting for inspiration to write a really good story. I didn't want it to be just a whole bunch of fluff. But on that note, this story is a lot darker than the first one. It deals with abuse and stuff, so it's not going to be so much of a comedy. I might bring in another OC and have him fall in love with August or something, but I'm not sure. How about you guys vote on if you want that to happen or not. It's your choice!

Chapter 1

Brrrrrrrrrrrriiiiinnngggg! The bell sounded and August jumped up out of her chair with the rest of the class. The school year was over! 8th grade had finally gone away! August grabbed her backpack, hurriedly said goodbye to all her friends, and sprinted all the way home, skidding through the door and promptly tripping over the door mat. It was painful.

"I'm home! I'm home! Mom, Dad, I'm home! I'll get my suitcase and then we can leave!" August yelled hurriedly. They were planning to go to England for summer break, and August was very excited. Everything was going to change. The hitting would stop, the horrible beatings she got…things would be so much better now that August was in high school. She wasn't sure how…but they would be better.

She got no response from her calls, so she ran upstairs into the office.

"Dad? Mom?" No answer. She ran into the bedroom and tried again. Still no answer. So she ran through the entire house searching for them. But August's parents were no where to be found. Stumped, August sat down on the hardwood floor and huffed. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and crossed her arms.

"This isn't funny! I want to go to England!" August kept sitting there. She tapped her foot against the floor and sighed. Picking herself up, she walked into the kitchen and dug the ice cream out of the freezer. She scooped some into the blender, added milk and chocolate syrup, and made a milkshake. She sat down at the table with her milkshake and called her mom's cell. The answering machine picked up, so August hung up. She tried her dad, and the same thing happened. She tried this several times before getting bored. Finally, she decided to call her Aunt and Uncle, but realized that she didn't have their number. So she called her cousin.

"Lance Sweets."

"Lance? It's August," August said. She stared at the door, willing her parents to walk through it so they could leave.

"Um, August, I'm in the middle of a session here. Can I call you back?" Sweets asked.

"Is it with Booth and Brennan?"

"Yeah, actually."

"Then no. I'm sure they wouldn't mind me interrupting the session."

"Ok, what do you want?"

"Where are my parents?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, they aren't here. We're supposed to go to England but they won't SHOW UP!" August was practically yelling by now.

"What? Why did you call me?"

"Because I didn't know your parents' number."

"Oh. Well, do you want it?"

"No. I guess I can just wait until they get home."

"Ok. Call me if anything happens."

"Ok. Tell Booth and Bren that I say hi."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye." August hung up and frowned. Where were her parents? She got back up and walked over to the CD player and put in her Boys Like Girls CD. She began to dance as she waited for her parents to get home.

The door flew open and August jumped in surprise. In walked her mother and father. They smiled at her and she ran to hug them.

"Yes! England, England, England!" August jumped up and down and then ran to get her suitcase. Her mother and father locked everything up and got everything ready for the trip. 20 minutes later, they drove to the airport.

"Woo, England!" August shouted on the plane, gaining her several odd looks. Everyone sat down and got buckled. August put in her headphones as the flight attendant said her speech. August had heard it a billion times.

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The flight was over. They had a layover in Washington D.C. for an hour, and then they'd board the flight to England. August was nearly squealing in anticipation. Like Angela, she thought. Jeez, I haven't talked to them in forever! I should call Angela and Bren. Just as she was pulling out her phone, a loud voice came over the airport speakers.

"Attention all passengers. Due to an unexpected storm, all flights will be cancelled. We apologize for this delay." What?? They can't do that! August thought. She ran to her parents.

"Mom, Dad, they can't do that! It's awful! It's tragic!"

"Calm down, August. You're hurting my ears." Her mom said. She gave August a quick slap. August turned away and huffed. Every single time she talked, she got the same result. "August, you're hurting my ears." "August, be quiet." "August, get out of my life, you failure!" And then a plan formed. If her mom hated her so much that she couldn't even talk, she wouldn't mind if August just left.

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"Mom, can I go to the bathroom?" August whispered. They were sitting in chairs over by the gate, and their bags were lying on the floor nearby, waiting to be put in the belly of the aircraft. Unfortunately, only one carry-on was allowed.

"Jeez, August! Be quieter. You're always yelling!"

"I'm whispering!"

"Well, whisper quieter!"

"Can I go to the bathroom, please?" August mouthed.

"Fine, but be quiet!" August rolled her eyes and walked off. She would need her bag, so she walked over to the baggage line and grabbed her bag. She was stopped by an airport employee.

"What are you doing?" The employee questioned.

"I need my bag." August said in a very "duh" tone.

"Why?"

"Ummmm, well, I don't know how to say this…" Think, August, THINK!! What's a believable lie? "Well, my mom's on her period and she needs her pads, but she forgot to put them in her carry-on. I'm sorry. Can I just take this?"

"Oh, yeah," stuttered the employee. He looked very embarrassed by the conversation. August smiled a very fake smile. "Thanks." She smirked as she walked off. That was magical skills. August adjusted her hold on the bag and walked away down the hall.

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The Metro was fun to ride on, but when August got off, she sighed. It was pouring rain, and the wind was coming in huge gusts. August had already taken her parents' numbers out of her phone and blocked them from calling her, so she wouldn't have any trouble from them. Well, I guess this is how it stops. August stepped out of the shelter and into the heavy rain. She winced as the pounding drops hit the cuts that went down her arms in jagged lines. She should have put on a jacket.

August walked along the sidewalk through the slippery rain. Her bags were heavy and her leg hurt. The bruise on her thigh was extremely painful, and August limped along in misery. But anything was better than staying with her abusive mother and lazy father who did nothing to protect her.

Since August's return from DC over break last year, her mother had become increasingly mean to her. No matter what August said, she got yelled at for being too loud. Then one day, her mother hit her. August's mother had never been particularly gentle. She would give spankings like no one else, but she was never that abusive. And then August got back from DC, and her mom started beating her.

August quickly learned that if she fought back, she got in even more trouble, and when her mom had a knife and she had nothing, it made it extremely hard to fight. August sighed and kept walking.

After 20 minutes, August was hopelessly lost and hopelessly soaked. She pulled out her cell phone to call Angela, but the battery was dead.

"ERRRRGGGG!" August yelled. She sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and huffed. Suddenly, a huge SUV drove past her and showered her in even more water.

"What the heck?" August yelled at the car. She didn't cry. She wouldn't cry. But she was just about to.

"God damn it," August muttered, but then laughed. "I mean, Allah damn it." She smirked at the reference to Achmed the Dead Terrorist by Jeff Dunham. That had to be the funniest show ever.

The SUV had turned around, and now it drove back towards August. She squinted at it, wondering why it was coming back. And then it stopped, and someone got out….

"August?" The person asked. She walked towards August. "Is it really you?"

"Brennan!" August yelled. Brennan ran up to her and gave her a huge hug.

"August! Why are you here? Why are you so wet?"

"I've been walking forever. It's a pretty long story."

"Well, get in. Booth and I were on our way back to his apartment, actually. Come with us. You can take a nice hot shower and then explain."

"Thanks," August said, teeth chattering. She climbed into the SUV.

"Hey Booth. What's up?"

"I think the question is what's up with you?"

"Oh, just running away."

"Why?" Booth and Brennan asked in unison. Slowly, shocking both Booth and Brennan, August turned around pulled up her shirt, revealing 3 long, jagged knife wounds running down her back.

A/N: So there's the first chapter! Remember to tell me what you think and if there should be some August/OC romance in it or not. Thanks guys!