A/N Ok, I am supposed to be working on my other fanfiction, Dark Clouds at the moment but this thought just popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone. I think that this is a great story so far so I will definitely not give up on it.

In this story Hiccup and Astrid are about 17 or 18 to stop you from asking.

I really hope that you will like it, and enjoy reading this chapter.

I apologize in advance for any grammar and spelling mistakes that may occur.

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Astrid's POV

I was scared. My dad was in one of his drunken rages again. He was advancing a mad angry gleam in his eye, swinging his empty beer bottle. Instinctively I took a step back pressing my back against the horrible sharp, peeling wallpaper. My eyes darted frantically around looking for an escape route. Without warning my farther though his beer bottle aiming for my head. I ducked and put my hands around my head as the bottle shattered just above me, raining fractured glass all over my hands.

Suddenly he lashed out and violently stuck my knee in a sensitive place were a large bruise had recently formed, causing me to bite down hard on my tongue so not to scream. However, a small moan of pain somehow managed to escape from my mouth causing my father's eyes to flash with fury.

"Shut up bitch. I will not let anyone show any weakness in this house." He snarled and I flinched.

He punched me violently in the stomach. I doubled over clutching it as I felt the wind knocked out of me, only to be replaced by hard, raw pain.

"Your ugly," he yelled striking me on the nose. I heard a sickening crack and felt warm blood trickling down my nose, but he didn't care. He just carried on like nothing had happened.

"Your fat," another punch, but this time it was in the shin. Doesn't he know that I can't feel anymore pain? I have had experienced enough already.

"Your useless" he kicked me on the leg, the mad gleam in his eye flashing dangerously. He was so close to me that could smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath. He had spent the whole day at the pub again.

"And," he spat looking me in the eye, "your weak." He shoved me even harder against the wall and me in the already bleeding face filling my mouth the blood that mingled with the blood from my probably broken nose.

Roughly he grabbed my waist with his dirty blood stained hands and stepped closer if it was even possible.

A sudden wave of fear washed over me.

"Dad, stop please." I pleaded, my eyes wide in fear, voice cracking.

"You need to be taught a lesson that you will never forget." his voice was low and dangerous. His eyes gleamed greedily as he stared drunkenly at me.

Never had he gone this far before, sure he had hit me, kicked me, forced me to cook, clean and earn enough money to pay the rent because he couldn't be bothered to get a job.

I had had enough. I had to get out of here. I can't live here anymore. Not with him.

Without thinking, I raised my leg and kicked him as hard as I could in 'that sensitive place', causing him to double over in pain. Instantly I slipped past him grabbing a tatty jumper of my bed as I did so.

"Why you little bitch, get back here," my dad screamed, furious that I had dared to touch him and get away.

I sprinted down the stairs, taking three at a time, and jumped the last six, landing cat like on the floor. Hastily I snatched my jacket and keys of the table, there was no time to get food or even put my shoes on, I could hear my dad crashing down the stairs.

I wrenched open the door and ran outside, the rough broken pavement cutting into my bare feet.

Frantically I jabbed the button on my keys and my junky car responded with a feeble flash to show that it was open. Suddenly the door of the house burst open to reveal my dad.

"Come back you ugly, ungrateful bitch!" He yelled as he started to run across the pavement towards me.

"Oh, crap," I thought and wrenched the car door open and ducked inside. "If farther catches me I'm dead."

I jammed in the keys and turned the ignition. The the useless pile of rust that I have for a car, shuddered and stopped.

"Come on, come on start you stupid thing." I yelled frantically hitting the dashboard, my heart was racing wildly.

My farther had now reached the car.

"This is it" I thought miserably. "I am going to be killed."

Suddenly the engine roared into life, with hesitating I slammed my foot down into the accelerator allowing me to shoot strait out of the street. I could see my farther in the rear view mirror yelling at me with his middle finger up.

I just kept on driving. I swerved left and right, I had no idea were I was going only that I had to get away from that place. I had no money, no place to go and no possessions except for my jumper and jacket. The money that I earned by working my part time job went to pay the rent and the rest always gets taken by dad to pay for beer and gamble it away.

I was on the run. I had basically just quit school which was illegal and my job. So I guess the police will be after me to soon. Just great.

Soon I was driving down the motorway at 80 miles per hour. Suddenly I saw somthing that shocked me in the rear view mirror; a dirty white van was speeding down the motorway drunkenly left and right. All around it cars desperately swerved out of the way to avoid it. I knew that van. It was my dad's van.

Desperately I slammed down harder on on the accelerator, watching the speed dial slowly flicker from 80 miles per hour to 90.

Behind me I could see him getting closer, only to be slowed down slightly by the occasional lurch to the right.

Most of the cars managed to avoid him however this time he wasn't so lucky. As I watched saw a him catch up with a large white new lorry that was driving along at a law abiding pace. As the crazy drunk car lurched violently to the right it collided with the lorries trailer as it was not able to get out of the way in time.

Horrified I watched as the two vehicles spun out of out of control and landed in an untidy heap on the road.

I just kept driving.

The noisy screech of police sirens jarred me out of my thoughts so I looked over only to see my speed dial hovering around the 90 mark. The police officer motioned for me to pull over.

Sighing I pulled over into a near by lane. Then a horrible thought stuck my mind. What if I get fined? Oh god, I don't have any money to pay them. If I don't pay then they will surely contact my dad, then I would have to go back.

Other was only one way out, may be not the best option but still a choice.

I ran for it.

I could here the the alarmed shouts of the police force as is jumped over the hedge, abandoning my car in the process, and ran across the fields.

It was so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face. I wasn't sure whether the police were chasing me or not but I didn't care.

I ran for what felt like hours, not stopping until I found myself tripped over a fence and landing face fist in a muddy puddle. I tried to get up but I couldn't, my body refusing to go any further.

So I just lay there, sodden and wet covered in blood and bruises in the middle of nowhere.

I was going to die either way.