Hidden & Unseen

Preface

Hey I'm back! Sorry this took so long. I'm just really busy. I was reading what I wrote first and yikes! It was awful. So I rewrote it. I have a long list of people to thank for reading it when it was awful.

VampireKissesx, Saint of the Sinners, lunamoon 18, Skipperdoodle, Michelle 7, Sparkshaven Skysky 101, Avenger-Forever, Zoe212, Vanilla12ish,Mangagirl97,TeamTamani,xxslytherin girl101,Maladyum,Dazzle-Midnight-Melody,Karamgrace,LouveGurl5231,Dreamcatcher94,Lizy-Rose,I'm his Imprint, anna 45670, LisaaxDudette,Hanski,darkmystery94,Falcon200,mlev101,renesmee-4- Jake,132,Hannah3479,& Joy the Irish nut. Thanks so much. I hope you enjoy this. Please review and let me know. Well here goes nothing.

-Dani

I don't not own any of the characters beside Skylar, Luke, & Skylar's dad.

My name is Skylar Elizabeth Masen. I am 16 years old. I live in Jacksonville, Florida. And yes I am a cutter. Before you judge me listen to my story. From the time I was born till I was 13, I lived in North Carolina with my mom Rebecca, my dad Jesse, and my older brother Jared. I had a good life. But two weeks after my 13th birthday my mother was killed by a drunk driver. It torn my family apart. My mom was the glue that held my family together. Of course we didn't realize this until she was gone. In the weeks after her death m y dad avoided Jared and I and started drinking. Jared was never home. He avoided the house like a disease. And me, I was in denial. My mom was my best friend. I would sit on the Beach everyday by myself wondering why it had to be my mom. What had I done so bad to deserve that?

Six months after my mom died, Jared moved out and my dad and I moved to Jacksonville. It was for okay for the first few weeks but then one night my dad came home really drunk: "Skylar get down here now!" My dad yelled up the stairs. I yawned and looked at my clock. It's 3:30 in the morning. What the hell. "SKYLAR," then I ran down the stairs "Yeah," I said worriedly. What the hell is going on? "Where's my diner,' dad yelled. "It's four in the morning," I said half asleep. Then he punched me in the stomach and I was on the floor. My dad is twice my height and at least three times as strong. So this punched really knocked the wind out of me. "Don't talk back to me bitch," he yelled right before he spit on me. "I'm sorry," I coughed out. "You're worthless! If it weren't for you your mom would still be here." That hurt more than the punch. "You know what I'm going to teach you a lesson," he picked me up and dragged me by my hair to the couch then threw me on it. No, please god no was all I was thinking when he went for my jeans. "No, get off of me," I screamed trying to get him off of me. This did nothing but get me slapped in the face. He got off me but before I could get up he was back with a knife to my throat. That was the first time my dad raped me.