Hi! so this is my first fanfic, and i own nothing. hope you enjoy!
N POV
As she reached out to close the blinds, she caught a glimpse of the three faded scars that were on her right arm. She shuddered as she remembered how it got there.
Flashback
It was dark and she was running all the way home. She knew things could get dangerous in Dallas. Even though she didn't want to go home and face him, she had to. He was the only one providing shelter and feeding her. As she got to the front of the door, she saw the dimmed light in the dining room. She cautiously opened the door only to find a fuming father near the doorway. "Bitch, where have you been?"
"I-I was-" she managed to stutter out before he grabbed her hair and smashed her on the wall then he left only to come back with a sharp cut glass. She stared at him, her eyes pleading him to stop, as blood trickled down her head, but he continued stalking his way towards her smirking. As soon as he got to her, he grabbed her wristed and cut three deep lines on her. He then cut her sliced he throat making sure it doesn't kill her but tortures her instead. Later he stabbed her repeatedly for a few minutes before stripping her and raping her. Darkness had consumed her by then until she woke up a week later in hospital, being told that she was nearly kidnapped but her father had saved her.
End of flashback
She shivered as she thought about her father repeatedly doing the same ever fortnight or so, in order to make sure that no one gets suspicious. But she was scared, which was why she never told anyone the true story as to why she regularly gets injured so much.
"Oi, bitch!" she jumped as her father interrupted her from her thought.
"Y-Yes, father" she replied rather quickly before scurrying over to him reluctantly. She saw that he had the glass in his had once again. She knew she couldn't take it anymore; her body was too weak, so she sprinted outside with all the strength left in her. She kept running despite the shouts of her father with false despair in his voice. It always used to make her come back because she felt bad but this time she kept running until she heard an explosion. She turned around as silence consumed the darkness once again. She turned around only to find out her house was collapsed, debris everywhere, but what came into her mind first was her father. She was too scared to go back so she kept running. It was pitch black when she decided to come to a stop. She had no idea where she was and assumed she was a few miles away from home. She decided to sit on the side of the curb before she collapse into a pool of blood.
C POV
When I woke up, it was still dark, the blood was dried. But what startled me more was that a boy, probably a couple years older than me, was staring back at me, his eyes filled with worry and sadness in which I was confused why. He's cute you have to admit, I thought, but he is so not my type. "Oh thank god." he said, a wave of relief came upon his face.
That was chap.1 :D please R&R, so i know whether or not to continue.