I'll Be

by HeidiMay

Sometimes I like to think 'It won't happen tonight'. Usually, I'm wrong. Usually, I wake up sore and unworthy. Usually, I remember no one can help me. But unusually, I think I've met someone who finally could: A Nick Jonas FanFic. Previously 'Bruised'.

1. Introduction

Introduction:

I gazed out the window, looking for someone to understand me. I gazed out the window, wanting someone to try and figure me out. I gazed out the window, staring at the man in my backyard. The man that pretends he has everything. The man everyone loves. The man that has a secret. That man looked up at me. He smiled. He waved. He patted his friends on their shoulders and pointed, 'That's my daughter,' he mouthed. They smiled and waved at me, I plastered on a grin and waved back. They turned back to my father. His menacing eyes glanced up, as his brows furrowed, furious and drunk.

I quickly moved from the window to my bed. I sat with my head in my hands. I knew what was coming. I knew I had no where to go. I had to stay and take it. Because no one could defend me. No one could make sure I was safe. They would get hurt too. I was fragile, I could only depend on me, and I hated myself. I ran to my bathroom - an impulse reaction.

I locked the door, contorting myself into the corner. Moving my long sleeve upward to expose the cold, beaten flesh, I looked long and hard. It was a good thing I didn't bruise easily. Wincing, I heard cars leave, people calling their goodbyes, and a door slam. Thick, heavy footsteps laced with anger echoed through the halls into my room. Slam. Another door. A malicious pounding on my fortress. A cruel voice and drunken words. A razor. A small deliberation. A door that fell to the ground. An anger that couldn't be let go any other way. Another blood coating in my hair, another shirt I couldn't wear, and a hole in the wall that let in the breeze. A hole that was burned permanently into the wall as another vivid image of my father's rage was burned into my mind. I cried. I wanted my brother to be home. I wanted my mother to be alive. I wanted to be safe.

But I wasn't safe. I wasn't safe anywhere. I didn't feel safe with anyone.

And then I met him.

So I wrote the introduction like a vignette, not exactly sure why? But the rest of the story won't be in this format, unless you want it to be.

Hopefully you come back for moreeee! (: