"Ungrateful little bitch!"Her mother screamed with a hard slap to the face.

Five year old Caterina Valentine sat perfectly still knowing that her mothers Drunken rage would soon be over soon, and then she could ice the bruises that were already starting to form over her body.

Another slap to the face cause the little girl to whimper. The noise earned her another slap. The front door opened and slammed shut, as her father walked in. Growling as her yanked the little girl up he whirled around to face his wife.

"What the hell are you doing? She has school tomorrow. You stupid bitch."Yanking her up the stairs to her room he slowly loosened his grip on her arm.

Throwing her little arms around his neck she hugged him silently crying. Rubbing the little girls sore back he shushed her trying to calm her fears. Picking her up and laying her in her bed he quietly said," Daddy's here. Daddy will protect you. Daddy will always protect you."

TIME SKIP- THREE YEARS.

Eight year old Caterina Valentine sat in her little black dress in between her mother and her 'uncle.' He wasn't really her uncle. He was her mothers latest fuck buddy. The whole reason the were there was her father had passed away.

Tears streaming down her face, she silently said goodbye to the only protection she had from her mother. Burying her head in her hands she refused to let her mother win this. She knew her mother had somehow caused this.

The funeral was over soon, and her 'uncle' grabbed her arm pulling her after him and her mother. Stumbling the whole way, until she was put in the back seat of his car, she sat silently dreading what was to come.

The car ride home was fast, to fast in her opinion. Unbuckling her seat belt, and climbed out of the car. Dragging her feet until she made it inside the house, she tried to sneak upstairs, but was just met with her mother dragging her to the living room by her hair.

Crying out in pain as she was thrown onto the couch. Her 'uncle' just sneered at her.

"What the hell do you think you were doing there! I told you not to say or show any emotion! Get out of my sight!" she screamed taking a long drink from her bottle.

Scrambling off the couch she ran upstairs and closed her door throwing herself on her bed. Letting the tears flow, she laid there sobbing for who knows how long. The door creaked open, but Cat was crying to hard to notice. When she felt the weight of another body on her bed, she jumped hugging her pillow to her chest.

"Caterina, your a very beautiful young lady," he slurred. He was obviously drunk. Reaching up, he lightly yanked on her light brown hair. Scooting over, he yanked the pillow out of her arms and tossing it across the room.

Scooting into the corner, she covered her face trying block out his face. He grabbed her wrists roughly, making her whimper in pain. Unbuckling his belt, he made her rub him. Using her hand he started getting harder.

These visits continued like this for years..

TIME SKIP: SEVEN YEARS

Her 'uncle' had just left after one of his visits. Wincing as she stood up wrapping her robe around her sore body. The visits just kept getting worse. Grabbing her make up, she Started covering her bruises. Today was her first day at Hollywood Arts, and she refused to let her home life affect her school.

Cat had dyed her hair a dark red and came up with a new personality. No one here could know what was happening at home. Even her best friends since elementary didn't know about it. So instead of being that depressed emo girl, Cat decided to be bubbly and cheerful.

Slipping out of her room, she tried to make it down the stairs without getting caught. Her mother stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed still hungover from last night's drunken party.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" She slurred. "You know that no one there will like you. Your an ugly ungrateful little bitch."

Keeping her head down, she pushed past her mother, not letting on how much her words hurt her. Slamming the door as she took off running towards the bus. Cat's mind focused on one thing as she stepped onto the bus: the blades she had hidden in her pocket. She couldn't talk herself out of it- the only pain she could control was this. The bus rode along the road as she thought about the scars already present on her pale arm. The bus stopped in front of the school and she ran off looking for the nearest bathroom.

Checking to make sure she was alone, she flipped the lock on the bathroom door. Cat took her usual stance at the sink, palm pressed to the bottom of the sink with her pale forearm facing the mirror. Fishing the metal from her pocket, she closed her eyes and blindly slid the metal across her wrist. She opened her eyes and stared at the blood, smiling softly to herself. Had she lost her mind? She couldn't care less. Cat looked up in the mirror. Behind her make-up, she knew there were bruises.

A/N: I have been writing a lot lately. But I never publish them. I hope you like this story. I know it may be hard to read, but trust me it was hard to write as well. I am working on the second Chapter now! xx