Gigi had a look on her face so fierce she could've been mistaken for the Devil itself. As Amanda stood in the kitchen, unable to move and too scared to breathe, she tried to come up with reasonable excuses in her head. 'Mom, please, I…' she stuttered. But it was too late. Gigi already looked at Amanda like she was a piece of trash, thrown into her house from the poorer suburbs of Dallas. Amanda couldn't take the look on Gigi's face, bursting into tears. Through her sobs, she tried to explain, tried to hug her and ask for her help. Gigi stood, cold as ice, and raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow at her daughter, who she thought was no longer part of her family. Shaking her head, Gigi spun on her Jimmy Choo's. 'Get out of my house,' she said blankly, staring past Amanda. 'Mom, please! I need you mom! Please!' Amanda screamed. Gigi sniffed in disgust, and strutted out of the room, leaving Amanda alone, gasping for breath through her screams of tears.

Amanda fell to the floor, holding her head in frustration, screaming. She didn't know what to do; Gigi was completely ignoring her. She had nowhere to go, no money, because she was reliant on her mother. No place to stay, because even though practically-perfect Amanda Vaughn was the most popular girl at high school, she didn't have many real friends who liked her for who she was. She got up on her feet, and immediately dialed Bill's number on her mobile, through her shaky fingertips. She was so used to calling Bill frequently she got a shock when it went straight to voicemail. She tried again, and again, and again. Still no answer. Amanda gave up and stumbled upstairs, her legs wobbling under her feet. Slamming the door to her bedroom, she gathered her belongings as fast as she could. Jamming it into her schoolbag, she didn't care what she grabbed, she just needed something. With a fistful of clothes and some toiletries, she wasn't prepared for what she was about to face. She had nowhere to go, but Gigi wanted her out. She slammed the elaborate front door shut to make her exit known to Gigi, who was in her office.

Amanda had never thrown out of the house before, and with no experience, she wondered through the streets curiously. She walked as far as the eye could reach, her heels struggling with pain. When she saw the familiar light of Bill's home, she felt somewhat safe again. She just wanted to be in his arms, pour her heart out to him while he stroked her hair in the way he always did. She loved that, even though she was constantly nagging him to stop during school. She sighed as she reached for the doorbell, shockingly awakening the cool night breeze with the noise. She knew Bill's mom, Julie, didn't like her because of what she'd heard about Amanda's taunting ways to that notorious Carlene Lourd, with Carlene's mom being one of Julie's closest girlfriends and all. Amanda couldn't care less, because as long as she was keeping her reputation, and she had the hot football player Bill Vaughn as her boyfriend, she was top of the radar. It had taken so long for someone to answer the doorbell, Amanda had completely forgotten she'd rung it in the first place, and drifted off into a soft daydream. There, of all people, stood Julie, with an eyebrow raised looking down at her, blocking the doorway with a slim wrist, covered in bracelet charms.

'Look, hi, uh, Ju-Julie, um I just need to see Bill. Is he here?' Amanda was so nervous in the shadow of Julie her words were stutters, barely making sense to anyone.

'And who exactly do you think you are, Amanda Stopper, coming here this time of day? Oh, poor Gigi would be devastated! You'd better go home.'

'Yeah see that's the problem, I just need to speak with Bill, okay? Only for one minute, and I'll be done. Is he here or not?' Amanda was starting to get impatient, and she could feel an attitude coming on.

Julie laughed, cruelly. 'Oh, no he's not dear. Although I don't think he wants to see you, in fact I was just on the phone to your mother, who explained everything to me. How dare you try to come to my house, ha, Gigi doesn't even want you either, poor thing! I don't want my son hanging around a knocked up little slut like you, Amanda Stopper. Who the hell do you think you are, calling yourself a Christian and betraying the Bible at this age! You and your baby deserve to go to hell, by what damage you've caused to me and my son's relationship!' Julie faked a cry, while Amanda stood there, on the porch, frozen. Amanda wanted to react but she knew she had more common sense than that, turning on her shoes and walking down the path, down the street, around the corner. This time, Amanda really had nowhere to go.

She was a complete, and utter mess. Starving hungry, with no food, she continued to walk, finally finding coverage down a small alleyway. She knew it was unsafe here, a sixteen year old girl alone in the streets of Dallas, but she had no other option. She placed a hand over her stomach, letting out a deep breath. Resting her head against the brick wall behind her, she closed her eyes, slowly drifting to sleep. She woke 15 minutes later, cold as ice. She rummaged through her backpack for clothes, and found that she'd only grabbed a singlet and shorts – nothing for warmth. Shivering, the clutched her arms and hoped for the best, again resting her head uncomfortably on the brick. Drifting asleep, with one eye open. The sound of the buses and trucks passing by led to Amanda barely getting sleep, together with her fear of being on the streets by herself.

She woke in the early morning, the sunrise creeping through a crack between the building and alleyway entrance striking her sharply in the eye. Her back was aching, having slept awkwardly and uncomfortable against the cold, damp wall. Guarding her eyes from the sun, she stood up fast, her legs shaking. Now it was daylight, she couldn't hide. She felt her stomach move, an instant sign she was hungry. Funny thing is, she thought, I don't have any. Sighing, and feeling somewhat sorry for herself, she reached her hand into her bag, and to her surprise, found a muesli bar from the day before. Scoffing it down midst a sudden hurry to evacuate the alleyway before the public would start to see her, she picked up the light backpack and slung it over her shoulder. As she went to turn around, to creep out without an eye on her from the street, she thought she felt a sudden coldness array around her, making her feel suddenly sick. She knew it was best not to trust her instinct, but even so she turned around immediately.

The man behind her pulled her arms together in such strength Amanda winced, so shocked by the man's sudden appearance she could barely breathe. He thrust her against the wall, leading her to hit her head hard. He pulled a knife against her throat, and covered her mouth with a grimy hand.