Olympia's POV

I packed my bag for school, except today was different, instead of my school books I packed clothes, foods that would last and stole all the money my Dad had on him. There was £139, that should last me a while, long enough to find something to do with myself...I hope.

You see, ever since I was six my father had abused my mother and I. 4 years ago my Mum could take it no longer and killed herself. She told me she was sorry and that one day I'd forgive her. She left us. He laughed and I screamed. Ever since then he's been getting worse and worse. I, however, am taking a different route out to my mother. I'm running from him. Maybe my sister will help, though I doubt it, I can't even remember that bitch's name.

I took my stuff and ran, I don't think I'd ever ran faster. If I didn't get away he's hurt me worse than ever. When I hurt myself, it felt like I was releasing the pain he put in, the worse scars on my wrist are when he hurt me the most. He raped me once or twice. I hope one day someone'll kill that motherfucker. I FUCKING hate him.

I got to the park, then I had to stop. I guess I had thought this through. It was mid-Autumn and all I had was a hoodie and a bunch of t-shirts and jeans. I would freeze. There wasn't really much I could do. For now I had to make sure he'd never find me and I'd find somewhere to...well to do anything. I always thought best with music so I turned my ipod on, I realised that soon enough it'd die, and then so would I because music is my saviour, without it I'd never had lasted.

I sat for...I don't know but it was a while until someone came and sat next to me. It scared me shitless because I was in my own little world. I heard him next to me. At first, I though it was...my father.

"FUCK" I screamed

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just...never mind" There was the most beautiful person sitting next to me, he was so fuckin' cute, yet he was spluttering like an idiot.

"Umm, no, I just thought you were someone else, sorry" I couldn't take my eyes from his, he was so...perfect.

"Why, were you expecting someone?"

"No, well yes, but I don't want him to find me,"

"Oh, running away?"

I nodded, it was all I could think to do, he was a complete stranger, but I wanted to tell him.

"From home? School? A psycho Murderer?" he asked. Why does he care I wondered.

"...home." CRAP! I was gonna end up telling him everything.

"How come?" Why does he have to be so fucking curious?

"My dad's an arse, ummm, I'm Olympia by the way" I smiled at him, it was fake, but it was polite.

"Well, I'm Frank and a pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone on the streets." The blood rose to my cheeks.

"Thanks, but I have nowhere else to go, I didn't really think this through..." I smiled at him, he gave back a massive grin. Frank was just so...perfect.

"You do now."

He took my hand and led me somewhere. As we walked we were talking about any random shit. He caught on that my parents were a touchy subject, so he didn't asked again.

This was the first time I've smiled in... since my mother died...