In a modest town in Oklahoma a petite raven haired teen stood before her once again drunk mother, the container in her mother's firm grip mostly drained as she tottered on a chair in the dining room. The older red headed female was glaring down at her at the moment, her teal eyes flashing in anger and yet so glazed over from the alcohol that the older woman didn't seem to be able to focus on one or the other.

"You are so w-wort- so fucking worthless!" her mother screamed angrily as she shook the bottle at her seventeen year old daughter. The teen before her just stood there, her amethyst eyes taking in the sight that she had become used to in the last several years. In truth her mother had become worse over the last ten years with her drinking and smoking, the house a wreck from the lack of care. The adult looking at her had also seen better days.

There had been a time that her mother had been an elitist, her clothing of the highest fashion, her hair trimmed in a neat bob and her age questionable. She was still beautiful in her own right, but now her clothing was sweats, and large shirts and her hair had been chopped off to look like a pixie on drugs while she now looked past her forty years of age. "S-Samantha-a, you make me want to just strangle you every time I se-ee you," she slurred out before taking another swig. "You are the spitting image of Tyson, the bastard," she spat before throwing the bottle on the ground, the glass shards flying everywhere. Some hit Sam on the legs, while others scattered around the pair.

"I guess that makes-s you a bastard's child and a b-bastard child too," the older woman said with a dry chuckle. "Because of you my hu-usband le-eft me!"

Sam wanted to roll her eyes, but she had learned long ago not to make a move during her mother's drunken rants. She had the scar on her sides to prove it, so she stayed silent as her mother continued her screaming. But this time her mother didn't just rant, no her mother reached down and grasping the bottle neck in her hand she turned to her daughter. Sam knew that look in her eyes and she knew that the rising hair on her neck told her to move or be killed.

Turning just in time she turned, her feet skidding under her as she stepped on a rather large piece of glass. As she fell forward her palms landed on more of the glass as her mother also managed to stumble on the glass shards, but she wasn't as lucky as her child who had fallen on her hands, no Pamela fell on her face, the remains of glass cutting up her countenance. With a howl of rage she attempted to get up, but Sam, barefoot and all took off, her feet screaming in pain as she rushed out the door, the sounds of her mother cursing following her as she ran down the black streets.

She didn't even look back as she ran down the streets as her mother continued to scream. Several people came out of their houses to see what was going on, but none of them stepped in to assist the teen as she ran toward the train tracks a couple of blocks down from her house. As she made a sharp turn she felt her body trying to collapse, but she refused to stop, no, her life depended on it. Seeing a moving train ahead of her she pushed her body harder to achieve her goal of leaving her mother behind, her horrible life behind. As an open boxcar appeared before her she screamed out for help. She had read stories that some people travelled in the open cars and she hopped against hope that there was someone in this one.

With luck on her side an older woman and male peeked out at her. She screamed out for help again and the couple reached, their fingers stretching to reach her as she felt herself loosing the energy that she needed to get out of there. Again, luck helped her as their hands managed to grasp hers before she fell, their hands pulling her into the boxcar. As they sat her down they looked out as Pamela came screaming down the road, in her hand the broken bottle neck.

"I will find you-u!" she screamed out as blood continued to drip down her face. The couple looked to the teen laying on the floor of the car and took in the fact that she was barefoot, bloodied up, and then they took in the look of fear in her amethyst orbs before looking back at the woman screaming at them.

"You are safe," the brunette female said as Sam felt the darkness fall over her.

"Safe," she muttered as the world went black.

In another town in Pennsylvania there was a raven haired teen, his cerulean eyes watching a beautiful Hispanic teen eat her food at the popular table. Sighing, his friend elbowed him.

"Why not take a chance with her?" the darker skinned teen male inquired. The teen looked at his friend, the look on his face one of are you freaking kidding me?

"Tucker, just because you like getting shot down by the female gender doesn't mean that I like to," he said instead. Turning back to the girl he sighed again. "Paulina is just too good for someone like me." His friend sighed as he shook his head. Danny was wrong about that one. If anything Danny was too good for the female sitting at what Tucker referred to as the "Bitch" table because everyone at the table was either the bitch, a bitch or someone else's bitch and not worth his time. He did like to hit on them, but that was because bitches were always putting out or so he had heard.

"Danny, I don't know what you see in her besides a chance to lose your virginity, but she is not girlfriend material." Danny said nothing as he continued to watch the girl as she took out her mirror and began to check her skin as a blond male next to her ogled her openly, his hand resting on her leg as she smiled. "Okay, just forget that I am here," the dark male muttered as he pulled out his PDA. "My girlfriend needs some attention anyway." Hugging the large electronic close he kissed it while at the same time petting it like he really was holding a woman in his arms.

"And there are times I wonder why I hang out with you," the cerulean eyed teen muttered. The bell rang above them signaling the end of the lunch hour, teens around them getting up while others paid no heed to the bell's warning. Getting up Danny headed for the trash can while Tucker headed for the door just as Jazz rushed past them on her way to her classes. The technophile sighed now as he watched his friend's older sister run down the hall, her red locks blowing around her as she glanced at them. "Um, that is disgusting," Danny muttered as he noticed how his friend waved slowly at his sibling.

"At least she is intelligent," Tucker muttered. Heading off to class they weren't aware that their life was about to change with the appearance of a teen on the run.