CHAPTER 2

APOV

We sit on the green summer grass, under a tree, digging in on our breakfast of pancake with syrup with bacon. I devour my share as I have not eaten in two days.

Two days of pain and suffering.

Two days of taking in the next blows as they come again and again. Each blow more painful than the other.

Two days of escaping rape from my stepfather who is supposed to father me to God knows when.

Two days of watching my mother neglecting me, letting her husband do his will on me. Watching me like I am her entertainment.

Husband #3 said, "You are just like you mother bitch. now you will honor and respect and obey me just like your mother as you're part of the packet deal."

I guess all that I am is an object, do it your free will because you OWN it, as I am made it by my mother wedding Husband #3. I am my mother as she carried me in her womb, making her part of me.

I shake of the thought as I don't want to make myself a complete fool towards the stranger, shedding tears that are not meant to be shed. Crying out my problems as if he hold part of my miserable life.

Christian. His name. It is beautiful as he is and holds such meaningfulness. I always knew people are bad and bitter, but the small percentage of good people , long ago left my life. It is like the wind. It come and continues to where it is heading.

"Are you full?" Christian asks as I seemed to have zoned out while staring at fair share of food. An idea pops in my head as it looks like I'll be denied any food for as long I'll live under that house. It no longer houses a home, but idiotic bad people and a girl who is part of the mess." Hey are you okay?"

"Ye…yeah" I stutter, running my fingers through my long locks.

"My question. Are you going to answer?" He quizzes. I reply yes asking him to pack it for me.

"Why pack?" he asks, clearly confused.

"so that I can eat along the way. starvation kills."

"Care to walk. It is quite a beautiful day." he gestures, offering me his hand.

"Why, thank you. Well I don't know about the day since it is still morning," I joke and he laughs. His laughter is infectious that I giggle in such a long time where everything was right where it should have been. He stares at me, a second too long in wonder as if I planted the stars in the night sky. Though I might feel uncomfortable when a boy does so, but right now it feels right.

We talk about anything and everything that pops out of our heads, laughing at anything and everything and feels like I have known him in all my life. In a blink of an eye I see myself walking around the corner from home. This neighborhood houses the low class of Seattle as classed by the majority of wealthy people of Seattle.

Christian gapes at me as if I have lost my mind but regains his impassive face soon after a second.

"Bye," I say shyly, not knowing what to do, but I soon find the courage to wrap my hands around his waist, laying my head upon his chest. His heart beats frantically but beats normally soon after. He also wraps his arms around me, nuzzling his nose in my chestnut ,long locks. It's a goodbye hug and I don't like it one bit because I have to leave as soon our arms have returned to their master.

"I don't want to say goodbye," he voices my thoughts and continues, "I guess I'll see you around. When you're in danger just say my name baby."

"Roger that my hero," i beam at him the 'baby' lingering in my head but chose not to mention it to him. He pecks a kiss on my kiss and its like a shock coursed through my body, finally stopping in my heart a it began on my cheek. I walk away, with a final glance, I see his stricken face and it breaks me to see him so. I give him a small smile as I enter the gate to the house.

I wonder if he feels the same, the feelings brewing inside of me, and the 'baby' is till lingering in my head and it seems to be planting itself in my brain…