Okay so, i do not own Bratz what so ever. A couple of the characters in the story are mine (i.e. the main character) but other than that i don't own anything...and i don't own Manhattan either (jk)

Leaving

Fidella walked through the door of her boyfriend's dark house. She'd been out late and just prayed that he wouldn't be too mad at her.

Suddenly the light flipped on illuminating the hallway and her tall black haired boyfriend in grey sweat pants and a green t-shirt. "Where the hell have you been?" The expression on his face made her predict the worst.

"I, um, went out for a jog," Fidella said pausing in her tracks.

"Oh really, then why were you back so late, you're not telling me the whole truth," Eithan said coming closer to her.

Fidella started shaking and her breathing sped up a little. "I did. I-I did go out for a jog, then I went to Sasha's." He grabbed onto her shoulders and a menacing sneer was on his face. Fidella cringed away. "That's all I was doing, I-I swear."

"Somehow I don't believe you Fidella; I know you're lying to me, maybe because you're stuttering? And you know what happens when you lie to me and you don't obey me." He gripped her shoulders tighter.

"Yes..."

He glanced at the topaz cross she wore around her neck. "Why the hell do you wear that?"

She touched it gently. "My mother gave this to me…"

"Well you shouldn't wear it. It's a more of a setback for the little bit of beauty you have." She tried to back away fearing he'd break it but it was too late. He grabbed the cross and she held her neck as the chain bit into her neck. Then he yanked it off and she shrieked in pain. He tossed the broken necklace across the floor. Before she could react, he gripped her shoulder again and gave her an evil glare.

"Now do you wanna tell me the truth?" Eithan asked menacingly.

"Eithan I swear, I didn't go anywhere else!"

"Liar!" Then he smacked her in the face. She stumbled backwards and clutched her burning face and trying to regain her balance. He pulled her back to him holding her arm so tightly it hurt. "You really wanna lie to me? You just told me you know what happens when you lie to me right Fidella?"

"Yes." He pushed her down and she landed on the floor hitting her shoulder hard on the wood.

"Yes who?" Eithan shouted.

Fidella was suddenly aware of the tears forming in her eyes. "Y-yes Eithan," she said quietly. She covered her face as the tears started to fall.

"Quit crying Fidella!" He kicked her in the stomach and she cried out in pain and held her stomach feeling winded. He went into the kitchen and she lay on the floor crying. He came back with a can of beer.

"Why do you do this to me?" she asked through her tears.

"Fidella you are nothing to me. You were a fool to think that I actually loved you. You're weak! And all you are to me is just some girl that'll do whatever I want." He kicked her in the stomach again and laughed as she shrieked in pain. She didn't know what hurt more, the way he kicked her or his comments.

He knelt down to her. "Look at me!" She looked up at him with tears pouring down her face and he stroked her wet cheek. "I'm gonna go to Bryan's house to play poker. Don't expect me back until late." He hit her face again, not as hard as before but still pretty hard, and she whimpered. Then he stood up, took another sip from his beer then dropped it on her and it cut her face.

She put her hand over the blood pouring from her cheek. "Ow," she said so he couldn't hear her.

He belted out a laugh then walked out the door slamming it hard behind him making her shake slightly as he did.

She lay on the floor curled into a ball and cried for a few more minutes. She felt so weak and brittle from being kicked in the stomach so much she knew she'd just fall right back down if she tried to stand. She slowly removed her hand from her burning and bleeding face and found her hand covered in blood. The blood now leaked down her cheek so she put her hand back over it. She crawled over to the hallway table and gripped onto it so tightly her knuckles turned white and pulled herself up with shaking knees.

She slowly walked upstairs trying to keep her balance. Then she went to the bathroom and fixed up the cut on her face the best she could. Then she threw herself onto the bed and cried. All of this hitting and being cursed at and beaten, this had been happening to her every day for two years. At first, she thought she loved him, he was the cute guy at the mall with the leather jacket, but then he showed his true self. At first, he would apologize for it and it would all be forgiven until he did it again but then he even stopped doing that. Not only this but he'd go out to the clubs with other women behind her back. It wasn't like her to take shit like that from anyone so she did try to leave. Try. If she did try he'd hurt her more and threaten her, he'd already threatened her with a knife more than once. No one else knew what was going on because of course if he ever found out he'd do something terrible.

Fidella lay on the bed in the bedroom that she shared with him wiping her tears away. Her crying was going down. She knew she deserved better than this. She didn't want to be here dealing with all the grief, and the depression, and the agonizing pain he caused her. She was only twenty-three and she'd already had the worst experience anyone could imagine.

She sat up realizing she was right. She did deserve better than this and she was going to get better. She stood up and pulled a suitcase out of the closet. She stuffed it with her clothes, hygienic stuff. She put in her a few of her books (she had a lot of books and they'd all never fit). She found the silver doll that her mom had given her and she kept special along with her necklace. It was the counterpart of her sisters golden angel. She put as much of her stuff in her suitcase that could fit (and she didn't have that much stuff).

She touched her chest where her necklace should be but it wasn't there and she felt naked without it. She remembered Eithan had yanked it off. She went back into the hallway and found the topaz cross lying in a corner on the floor. The chain was broken so she replaced it with a chain from another one of her necklaces, it didn't match, but it would have to do until she could replace it.

Then she grabbed a granola bar form the kitchen and left the house.

Even though she was death afraid of being caught by Eithan she went on. She didn't know where she was going. It was after ten o clock at night, pitch dark outside except for the street lights. She managed to make her way onto the main road and then into the area with all the shopping centers, and mall, and restaurants, etc.

She checked her watch. She'd been walking for over two hours and figured she must've covered at least six miles on foot. She let herself smile proudly. Her feet were killing her though and she hadn't taken a break since she started. So she sat down to take a break. The streets were still full of the hustle and bustle Manhattan, New York had at this time of night. She leaned her head back on the bench and closed her eyes. She was tired, she was weak, her legs hurt her more the longer she sat, and she still didn't know where the hell she was going. She'd camp out on some bus if it came down to it. Until then she stood up and continued walking.

Then she ran into someone and was knocked onto the ground. "Hey, watch it!" She looked up and saw a young man with straight dark hair, thick eyebrows and brown eyes, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans.

"I'm sorry," he said. He took her hand and helped her up. "Are you okay?"

She brushed herself off not making eye contact with him. "Yeah I'm fine." She started to walk away before she made a complete fool of herself; she was already embarrassed as it was.

He stopped her. "Hey, um, what are you doing out here this late?"

"It doesn't matter. What are you doing out here this late?" she replied harshly.

"I was hanging out with a friend of mine."

The way he said that it made her think, if he has a girlfriend why is he talking to me?

"Not my girlfriend, but one of my best friends," he said as if reading her mind.

She was completely un-amused by this conversation. All she wanted to do now was find some place to say and go to sleep. "Uh-huh. If you'll excuse me, I really have to go."

"Wait," he said stopping her again. She gave him an annoyed look but he wasn't fazed by it. "Do you need a ride?"

She raised her eyebrow. "What are you, the cab around here?"

"No. You just looked like you could use a ride what with that big bag of yours," he said glancing at her suitcase."

"Well…"

"I mean, if you don't want a ride, its fine…"

She would have rather not taken a ride from him but she was really tired and she needed to sit down. If she walked much longer she'd collapse and go to sleep. "Sure, you can give me a ride."

"Cool. My car is this way." He led her down the street and they walked for over five minutes. She started to get frustrated from walking so long.

"Okay we've been walking so long I could have been to where I wanted to go by now. Where is your car?"

"It's over here," he said pointing to a black Hyundai Sonata convertible.

She raised her eyebrows. "Nice car…" she said quietly, it wasn't intended for him to hear but he responded with a "Thanks."

He opened the trunk. "You can put your bag in here." She came over to put her bag in and he was about to help her but she did it herself and closed the door without acknowledging him. He opened the passenger door for her. "Thank you," she said once again without making eye contact with him.

He got in and started the car. "So where are you going?"

She realized she didn't know where she was going. She paused for a moment in thought. Then she realized her sister didn't live too far from there, she'd surely take her in for the night. "Um…do you know where Marble Hill is?"

He nodded. "Yeah, my brother lives down there."

"Well, turn down there and…I'll just tell you from there." She looked out the window just waiting to be at her sister's house and away from harm. She'd been dreading the whole time she was out that Eithan would find her and take her home, and give her the worst beating he'd ever given her.

As for the boy in the driver's seat, he hated silence and especially this one since he had a gorgeous girl in the passenger's seat. He said the first thing that popped into his head. "If you don't mind me asking, what's with the suitcase?"

Fidella continued to look straight ahead. "I'm going to stay at my sister's house for a while and I don't have a car," she explained. It wasn't all a lie.

"Well, sometimes you don't need a car in New York."

"Yeah." He turned onto Marble Hill. "Go straight down and turn right. It'll be the fourth house."

He did so and ended up at a brick house with a small garden in the front, gold shutters, and a silver Corolla in the driveway.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Don't mention it." He unlocked her door for her and she got out. Then he unlocked the trunk and she took her bag out and went to the front door.

He was extremely taken in by her beauty. Her golden brown hair was really long and the ponytail she had it pulled into made her look stunning. And those eyes…those eyes were gorgeous. She looked a little depressed though, like she'd just been hit by the bad luck fairy. He knew he probably came off as a little weird offering to bring her here and they didn't even know each other, but he really wanted to help her. He just wished he could've gotten to know her better. He would if he ever saw her again. If he saw her, Manhattan was a big place and it was likely he wouldn't. He didn't even know her name.

Fidella turned around but the guy was already gone. She felt a certain longing for him to come back. She kind of regretted being as rude as she was, he drove her here after all, but she was just frustrated. She sighed and turned back to the door. Her twenty eight year old sister Fianna opened the door. Fianna was shorter than her with golden brown hair slightly darker than Fidella's and hung over her right eye. Fianna had on a pink robe and blue sweat pants looking very tired.

"Fidella? What are you doing here this late?" Fianna asked rubbing her eyes.

"Can I stay here for a few days?"

"Sure sweetie, come on it." Fidella stepped inside and Fianna locked the door behind her. Fidella put her bag in the living room and both of them sat on the couch. The two of them weren't exactly close but they were always there for each other. "You still didn't answer my question, why are you here?"

Even Fianna didn't know about her situation with Eithan and Fidella planned to keep it that way. "Can't someone drop by to see her sister and her sister's daughter once in a while?"

"Not at one o clock at night, on the most random day, with no call carrying all her stuff in one suitcase she can't! What's really going on?"

Fidella looked down. "Nothing."

"Is it Eithan?"

Fidella glared at her sister. "Would you stop caring so much Fianna? God! I'm tired, I've been walking aimlessly for the past two and a half hours…!"

"Who was the guy that dropped you off?" Fianna asked contradicting her statement.

"I don't know, I ran into him. He just offered to drive me here so I let him."

Fianna looked at her in disbelief. "Fidella you idiot! You know you shouldn't just let random men pick you up off the street! Do you realize that man could've been a rapist? How could you be so careless?"

"Fianna!" Fidella exclaimed annoyed. "I get it already! It was stupid but I'm here now right? I haven't been raped."

"Okay so you didn't answer my other question, is it Eithan?"

Fidella sighed. "Fianna I'm tired, can I go to bed now?"

Fianna rolled at her sister's secretiveness. "Okay. You can sleep on the couch and I'll get you a blanket." She stood up and left the living room.

Fidella lay back on the couch. So, this is what she'd been reduced to, sleeping at her sister's house feeling sad and lonely. The more she lay there the more the pain from earlier that night came back. Her legs were weak and she was suddenly aware of the fading but evident pain in her stomach from when he kicked her all those times. The fear that Eithan might find her was still there, he'd beat her for sure if he did. She didn't plan on staying at her sister's all that long but she didn't know where she'd go if she left. If she got her own place Eithan would eventually find out where she was living. She'd think about all that later. For right now she rolled over on her side and cried out all her pain.

Fianna had been standing at the door the whole time Fidella had been thinking. She saw the pain in her sister's eyes. She saw her hold her stomach as if it were aching. And she saw her start to cry painful tears. She shook her head. She had to find out somehow what was wrong with her so she could help her.

Poor Fidella. This only gets sadder as the story goes along...