ok so this just randomly popped into my head so i thought i would try it out and see where it goes from here. It is very short and just a warning the beginning is a little violent. Hope you enjoy. :)
BPOV
I was tired of living constantly in pain and fear. The almost constant beatings of my father Charlie were unbearable. Ever since my mother died he has been this way. He snaps and goes on a rampage throughout the house until he finds me. That's when he turns his anger to me.
This time is no different. I could feel his fists as they came down on my back and head. I held my hands up shielding my face.
"Stop" I whimpered repeatedly tears spilling down my face.
"It's your fault, yours" he roared still pounding on my body.
All I could do was curl up and take it. I felt something harder than his fist crack across my back and cried out in pain. This was way more violent than he had ever been. He had never used anything but his hands. The object collided with the back of my head making me fade in and out of consciousness. I smelled blood and felt wetness seeping down the back of my head. I felt more blows and then with one last hit to the side of my head everything went black around me.
The last memory I had was of my father dumping my limp body on the side of the road. I lay there barley able to breathe in the cold rainy night. At least I won't be in pain anymore I thought to myself. With that last thought I was swallowed by darkness.
EPOV
I let my foot press the gas pedal down harder letting the speedometer reach 100. My Ashton Martin speed along at that pace while my mind wandered. If only this was actually hazardous for me, I thought to myself. Something caught my eye on the side of the road and I got the feeling that I needed to go back. I slammed on my brakes skidding to a stop and threw my car into reverse.
The second I opened my door I was assaulted with the most delicious sent I had ever encountered. My throat was searing with my thirst. I stopped breathing so I could see the source of it. I was shocked at what I saw.
It looked like a, maybe seventeen year old girl lying in the ditch. Her thin arms were splotched with dark purple bruises that stood out in comparison with her pale white heart shaped face. I listened for her heart beat and breathing. She needed urgent medical care if she was to live but how to get her there was the problem.
I stood there steeling myself for what I was about to do. I held my breath and slowly made my way to her. I carefully lifted her into my arms. She seemed weightless to me and would most likely feel that way to a normal human. I gently laid her across the back seat of my car and heard her breathing hitch then start again to my intense relief. I quickly got into the driver's seat and speed away.
I let my eyes wander to her small form. She was amazingly beautiful. She had a heart shaped face with perfectly proportioned lips that were art this time turning a light shade of blue. Her eyes remained a mystery. I couldn't tell why I had the urgency to save this young girl. I could have just left her there… the thought my silent heart ache like never before.
Thank you for reading read and review please. I'm hoping this story does good. :)