Soooo... this is a Brick/Dawn story, but it starts out as abusive Dawn/Scott for the first part.
The rating might be changed to M for a lot of bad language, violence, and sexual content. I know I'm too young to be writing this stuff, but I lived through plenty of lemony and violent stories before.
I OWN NOTHING.
When he came home, Scott was in a bad mood, Dawn could tell. His eyes were foggy, the strong scent of alcohol wafting off him.
The redneck came closer, slurring his words, like a car with a sputtering engine. He held up a dead squirrel, which Dawn gasped at. "So when I'm hanging out with my mates, you decide to bring your fucking animals in MY house to play with?"
Dawn was too afraid to speak. She just stared at Scott's eyes, which had fiery hatred burning in them.
Scott suddenly grabbed her arm tightly, and she tried to pull away. Scott then backed up from Dawn, but she knew it was coming. His cold hand met her jaw, and he slapped her.
The slap stung. Tears rolled down Dawn's pale cheeks as she looked up at Scott, who had a fist raised. To make matters worse, he was already drunk.
"Why the heck are these damn animals in the house messing up things again, you little bitch?!" Scott shouted, slapping her across the face once again. "You and your fucking nature! You never do anything right!"
Blood trickled down Dawn's face. She whimpered, "Listen, Scott..."
"NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH! I WANT YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" With that, he slapped the petite blonde once more and threw her to the ground. He then pinned her down and ripped off her blue blouse, and started to kiss her. When he deemed fit, Scott finally stopped, leaving Dawn in a mess of blood and tears.
When she was sure Scott was out of sight, Dawn curled up in a small ball and cried softly. She wished she wasn't living with Scott.
After the show, the ginger-haired teen (who had recovered and was out of the Trauma Chair) had gone up to Dawn and apologized. Dawn, after a moment's consideration, accepted the apology because she thought she sensed some good in his aura. After a while, they started dating, and now Dawn was living with Scott.
Anyway, Scott wasn't always rowdy and lascivious. He seemed to have softened a little after the show, and had held her dear in his arms mere months ago. Now all of his softness was completely gone. From a slightly decent man, he had shed his seemingly-changed exterior, transforming into an abusive monster who cared for nothing but drugs, violence, and sex.
Dawn knew Scott was contradictory, as she had been getting the short end of the stick with her boyfriend's late night escapades. However, Scott's calm moments ironically induced trepidation, and she knew he would snap if she showed the slightest sign of fighting back.
As she thought about what Scott had done, the petite moonchild knew that their relationship could no longer last. She knew that Mother Nature wouldn't allow it, and Dawn couldn't take any more of the pain and sexual abuse.
She had figured out how to put an end to this horror. She would run away from it.
Later, nightfall had already arrived. There wasn't a single star to be twinkling in the sky, nor a noise to be heard. All was eerily quiet and still.
Dawn had stayed up really late, of course, until Scott had finally went to sleep. He went to sleep around eleven o'clock. Just to make sure, Dawn, who was already sleepy, checked on him to make sure he was out like a light.
Then, Dawn started to pack very quietly. She took a small backpack and packed comfortable clothes and toiletries. Then, she emptied a small box filled with spare money she saved and collected, just in case. She didn't bother to leave a note, as she didn't want finding her to be easy for Scott.
Now, having packed everything, Dawn looked about Scott's dark house one last time. She wouldn't miss it, for sure, not when it contained a lot of painful memories. She was better off lost while running away than living in this hellhole.
Ready to leave, Dawn turned and crept down the streets. Once she left the neighborhood, she started to pick up the pace and run away from it more. She ran and ran until she reached the woods.
There she paused and thought for a while. She could live in the woods. No one rarely went in the woods, hence nobody would think of looking for her there. Besides, it was where Dawn was most comfortable. She could fare well in there, so she took a deep breath and ran inside the woods.
It was dark in the woods, and very leafy and gnarly too. Leaves crunched under Dawn's feet as she ran and cobwebs tangled up in her hair. Gnarled tree branches twisted into wondrous shapes, casting large shadows over the ground.
Dawn shivered. It was starting to get cold, and she was wearing only a simple white shirt with a light blue cardigan and soft blue pants. These clothes could barely keep her warm.
Other than cold, Dawn was now hungry, afraid, bruised, and most of all, very tired. She suddenly collapsed on the ground, crying softly. Ever since she started being with Scott, she became both physically and emotionally weak. This was too much. She had nowhere to go and nobody to love her. She already felt herself losing consciousness, probably because of all the exhaustion and stress.
The last thing she saw before she went to sleep was a tall muscular figure approach her. She also felt the figure pick her up in their strong arms before she lost feeling altogether...
Everything went black...
Okay, I know that was a lame chapter ending. Anyway... how did you like it?