A/N: I've already lost all inspiration to write this story but some readers reviewed or favorited this story and I couldn't let you all down so I decided to make this a one shot and to just write one chapter. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Here goes. Enjoy!

Narrator's POV

" Where have you been you little bitch?!" Lester growled at his daughter.

" SCHOOL.'' She said sternly. " You know, the thing I've been attending since, well, basically my whole life." She said sarcastically.

" Don't you smart talk me." Lester warned, pointing a deadly finger at her. She scoffed at her drunk, abusive father and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. Three seconds later, she was on the floor soothing her face and shedding a couple of tears.

He had slapped her.

Shockingly, this was nothing new to her. As mentioned earlier, the father of this story is abusive.

HOLD ON. I bet you're all wondering what's going on right now, right? Well, I'll tell you.

Ally's POV

Hey, I'm Allyson Dawson, I attend Marino High, and oh yeah, my mother is dead and my dad abuses me. What a great life, right? Hell no.

So anyways, him abusing me has a reason. Everything has a reason. Well, here's my story...

It started out 12 years ago...

Ally's Past:

"Mommy where are we going?!" Four year old me asked my mom, Penny Dawson.

"We're going to go drop off Daddy's lunch to him at work." She calmly replied back, buckling me in.

" Ok." I said sweetly but then realized something." But mommy, don't I have a guitar lesson soon?''

" Yes, sweetie. We'll go to your lesson after I drop off daddy's lunch okay?"

" It's okay, you can drop me off at the store. Rick (Made up name, don't own.) is going to be there, he can watch me for you. ''

"Are you sure, sweetie?"

" Yeah. Besides, I want to suprise you with my newly learned awesome skills when you pick me up." I said throwing my short arms up.

" Okay, I'll drop you off. Make sure you be good to Rick." She laughed and buckled herself in.

She pulled out of the driveway and drove onto the road. We passed the building my dad works at and my mom drove towards the music store. She stopped at a red light and two seconds later, we heard a loud screech followed by loud screams. I screamed as I felt the car tipping over. I watched my mom unbuckle her seat belt and jump into the backseat with me. She threw her arms around me before the car tipped over and the impact shattered the glass windows and I screamed again.

Everything was silent once the cars stopped moving and I opened one eye to face my mother. Her breathing was slowing down and the last thing she said would burn into my mind forever before she fell limp on me. I screamed for help, tears pouring down my face as I held onto my mother tightly. I heard sirens blaring in the distance and I cried harder.

I cried the whole time when the car was lifted but screamed the loudest when they seperated me from my mother and put us in seperate ambulances. I screamed the whole way to the hospital. My throat was burning from the screaming but I still kept screaming for my mother, jumping up to the window and banging on it until someone pulled me back onto the bed. Once I finally gave up, I lay still and more tears poured out of my eyes as I mumbled how this was all my fault until I cried myself to sleep.

I was awoken when I felt the cold air rush into my face as the bed was being pulled out of the Ambulance doors and wheeled into the hospital building. Colors were blurry, voices were faded, and everything was bright. The doctors wheeled me into a room and took a bunch of tests and scans. I only had a few cuts on my arms, legs, and face, but a big one on my left arm, and my left leg was broken.

After all of the tests and scans, they wheeled me into my mother's room. Once I saw her, the dried tears staining my face from earlier were washed away by a new river of tears pouring out. My mother was deathly pale, huge cuts everywhere, a bandage around her head, arms, legs, and body, wires were attached to her body everywhere.

The sight was tragic and the worst thing was, I couldn't run over to her. My leg was broken. I wanted so badly for this to all be a nightmare and to wake up to find my beautiful mother, alive and healthy. I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't realize that my father had finally arrived until he burst in through the doors and ran over to my mother's hospital bed.

" Penny!" He yelled, tears instantly streaming down his face as he stroked her cheek carefully. " What happened, Doctor?" He asked, his voice cracking, eyes never leaving his beautiful wife. The doctor explained everything and my dad turned to look at me.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" He asked softly.

''Yes."I said just as softly." Is mommy going to be okay?" His eyes watered more when I mentioned my mother. He just sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Sweetie, I don't know if mommy will be okay, but we'll get through this you understand?" He said softly, yet forcefully.

" Ok." I squeaked, not really believing anything. Guilt was eating me up and I was debating on wether or not I should tell him what really happened. I just watched him run his hands through his hair, all of his mixed emotions showing. Frustrated, alone, scared, sadness, and regret. I felt really bad and finally decided to tell him the truth after listening to him mumble about how this happened.

" Ugh, how did this happen?" He groaned, running his hands through his hair.

" Uh, D- daddy?" I called nervously. He whipped his head around immeaditely, frightening me a little. " It-I -she -we" stuttered. He looked a little annoyed and worried for a minute.

" What's wrong, honey?" He asked, concern filling into his voice.

I took a deep breath and calmly spoke." I, I think," I started, soon pausing before starting again. " I think that the accident might have been because of me." I sighed.

" What? How is this your fault, sweetie?'' He asked.

" Because, mommy was going to go see you at work but I told her to drop me off at first at my music lesson." I sighed once more, guilt washing in.

" So this really IS all your fault?" He asked. I nodded slightly, still feeling guilty. " Goddamn it!" He yelled in frustration and slammed his hand on the table. I yelped and jerked back out of fear. " Do you know how much your mother loved you?!" He screamed.

" I-'' I tried to say.

" But you were so selfish that you didn't even care and now she's gone!" He yelled at me, eyes dark and cold.

" But-" I tried to say again.

" Look at your mother right now. If you never happened, then we wouldn't be going through this right now!'' He yelled.

I was shocked, scared, and most of all, I regretted everything that happened after I left the house.

" You selfish son of a bitch! I can't believe you! " He continued. I clutched my small blanket in fear, a couple of tears slipping out of my eyes as he went on. And you thought that was bad. The next thing that happened was worse.

He slapped me.

A/N: Yay! All finished! I was going to just write one chapter, but this story is really getting to me so I will probably keep writing, Yay! I was going to put this Author's Note somewhere in the middle of this story, but that would kind of ruin the moment, right? I WILL be continuing! Keep reading!