Hey! In this story, I created Caitlin, Spencer's little sister. This story may have A included, but not for now. Also, this would be happening during season 1, but some things are going to change. This is a dark story and contains topics that not everyone may like, such as self-harm, violence, rape (not explicit). Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review, I would love to read your thoughts.

(I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm from South America and I don't speak english currently, but I love it. Tell me so I can correct them, but please be nice!)

Trust is earned

Chapter one- Nobody's Point of view

The girl ran as fast as she could, through the streets, through the woods. Her face was tarnished with dirt, tears, and blood. So were her arms, her neck, her clothes. She was tired, exhausted, yet she couldn't stop running. She was afraid. But like, really afraid. She couldn't think rationally, she just could think about escaping. Her heart hammered in her chest, about to pop out. Her face was red. She couldn't breathe. Finally, she thought she was finally safe, and just threw herself to the ground, under the trees.

Caitlin Hastings was 14 years old. She was turning 15 in two months and a half. She had long, wavy brown hair, just like her sister Spencer, and beautiful green, bright eyes. She was slim, and was not tall, but not small either.

She played hockey but she was also a great swimmer. Of course, she had top grades, just like her sisters. Caitlin was also friendly, caring, generous. She was a great person, inside and out.

However, even though her parents loved her, she always felt they had something against her. When Caitlin was a little girl, she was her parents' favorite. But every little girl in the world is. Spencer had been, Melissa had been. It didn't mean anything, just that she was the little girl.

Now, everyday she felt more and more ignored. She knew Spencer felt the same way, but at least she had a little bit more of attention because of the Ali stuff. And Melissa, well there was no way she could be ignored. She was the star. Smart, beautiful, nice, and well, perfect. For some reason, Spencer and Caitlin couldn't be like her.

Now Caitlin fought everyday with her parents, her sisters. She was sad and tired of everything. But she was good hiding it. She felt like she didn't have any kind of support. She felt her family hated her. And that didn't mean anything. It just meant she had grown up and she wasn't the lovely little girl anymore.

After recovering a little from her marathon, Caitlin got up and wiped the tears from her face. She couldn't do anything about the blood, because she had nothing to clean it.

She wanted to go home, but she was scared to find him there, again, waiting for her.

She tried to think rationally and calm down. "No," She told herself "He can't be there, his meeting isn't over yet".

She started walking, and the memories came back to her head. Tears started running from her eyes. It was getting a little darker. She was in the woods, and everything scared her more and more.

She walked faster until she got to her house. She saw Melissa in the kitchen, and Melissa saw her, covered in dirt, blood and tears.

"Caitlin what the?!" Melissa asked with a worried look on her face.

The young girl didn't feel like answering. Instead, she ran to her sister's open arms and started crying again.

"Baby what happened? What's wrong?"

"I... I..."

"You have blood everywhere, Caitlin what did you do?"

"It's not my fault! It isn't okay? I didn't do anything! I tried to escape he was the one attacking me!"

Melissa paused for a minute and looked into her sister's eyes, a horrible little thought starting to form in her mind.

"..He? Who is he?"

Okay guys, if you like it please review, I will keep writing if you do! The story is going to get dark and confusing.