Hey ther! i'm natasja and i'm dutch so my English is not really good ...forgive me...

this is my first fanfic...so i'm sorry if it's bad...-.'-

Disclaimer : I don't own BTR :(

We found love

When Logan woke up, he immediately panicked.

It was pitch black in the room, silence met his ears.

He sat up, looking around to let his eyes adjust to the dark. Fear rising, that he maybe was in his father's room, but after adjusting to the dark, he calmed down, seeing that , even though it was his father's room, there was no sign of his father.

Suddenly, after he tried to sit up, the bruises form yesterday's beating stared to hurt.

He slowly got out of his mattress and switched the light on.

Looking at his watch I was only 5 AM.

But beside that, he fully dressed himself, getting ready for school.

He went to the mirror and looked at himself and his room.

He only had a mattress and a cheap watch in his room. His only clothing was a shirt and worn out trousers.

His hair stuck out, since he hadn't had any gel. And his face looked tired, he also had a few cuts and a black eye.

His whole body had cuts and bruises.

" Logan, come down here, and make me some breakfast. " his drunken father screamed.

Logan sighed, it had been 10 years since his mother left them and his dad began beating him.

This was hell Logan got every day.

When Logan came downstairs , he looked at the mess his father made. There were beer cans and wine bottles everywhere! You didn't have any place to walk properly.

And when Logan turned his head towards the living room , he saw his dad lazily on the couch.

" Dad, I can't make any breakfast or I'm late…." He said but his father didn't replay.

' He probably fainted…maybe this is a sign!

Maybe I should just leave him and his beatings and school once and for all!'

With that he ran upstairs, grabbed an old backpack, stuffed clothes in it ( only his shirt and trousers) and ran downstairs.

He placed the key on the table. He smiled sadly at his parent or who was supposed to be his parent.

' I now get why mom has left you, but I was always afraid to leave, to be left alone. But now I'm not afraid. I want to be free. To be free from your and school's beatings.'

With a sad smile, leaving his only family behind, he stepped out the door, hoping to find happiness.

i don't know if this story is any good so please help to improve it!

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