Disclaimer: This story is fiction.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is going to be a little boring but I'm just starting out, I'm going to try and make things more interesting in the next chapter.

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I would stay in my room for hours, just laying on my bed listening to my iPod. I always hated when my mum's boyfriend would come home at 3:00am, fucking wasted and beating the shit out of my mother, calling her a whore and other disgusting words. I dunno why she stayed with this dick, he always beat her up after coming home after a nights drinking, and depending on how much he's drank he'd come into my room and he'd try to take advantage of me to!

I've had enough, by now I would've gone downstairs and had a go at him, but mother wouldn't approve. She always stuck up for the jerk. It's always been that way him before me, ever since she left my father when I was 3 and got full custody of me, though I never understood how she managed that.

Putting my ear phones in, this is how I disappear by my chemical romance started playing, Something about the singers voice always had a calming effect on me I never really understood it.

Turning the sound up as loud as it would go I close my eyes and think of a world where I can't hear my mother crying, where I have a happy family and loving parents and one where I was a normal, happy carefree 15 year old girl who isn't battling depression. But I don't, it's something I came to terms with years ago and I hate every moment of it.

I didn't relies I had fallen asleep until my mother came in my room and woke me up. Looking into those sad blue eyes made my heart break. Slowly my eyes adjusted and I saw what Trenthad done to her. She had a massive bruise under her right eye and a split lip. "I'm going to fucking kill him." I said standing up ready to knock him unconscious. Usual to my reaction after seeing her all beaten up and bloody, she pulled me into a tight hug "don't worry, it's over now, it's all going to be okay" she starts sobbing "I shouldn't of upset him, I deserved it, it's okay , please don't go doing something stupid." I was furious, stepping out of her hug I screamed at her, loud enough to wake the whole fucking neighbourhood. "Deserved it, are you fucking kidding me you don't deserve what this asshole does to you, I'm sick of all this shit, sick of him beating the crap out of you and I'm sick of this whole fucking place." I had bunched my hands into fists so hard that they had turned white.

Releasing them and trying to settle down a little I spoke more quietly, practically pleading I said " where leaving, I can't stand living here with this dick and I know you can't either". Looking down at me with her sad eyes she spoke softly "we can't leave honey, I love Trent he has done a hell of a lot for us and you should appreciate that"

" Bullshit" I screamed " he doesn't love you he only wants you for your body, if you don't want to leave with me FINE ill go by myself I'm 16 next week I can take care of myself". My mother didn't seem surprised like this and, as if she had given this a lot of thought. " Cassie" she sighed, "If you really want to leave, you can go live with your father."

My father? Was she serious? All she has ever told me about him was that he was unstable when him had been born and that she got full custody of me so he could go on to have a successful career. When I was younger I had tried prying more information about him from her but she would never give out anything more. Now she was suggesting I go live with him? Why?

She pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "Sleep on it." She said then left my room.

I went and sat on my bed to open its contents. "Fuck" I breathed. It was a letter from my Dad.