Adrien Pov*

How am I this lucky?

How did I escape him?

My day started off as usual. I'd wake up getting dragged down the stairs by my blonde hair. It was pretty dirty because of the night before. I was eating some scraps for dinner when we dad taught me "how to swim".

His hands grabbed me by the neck and throw me into the window causing it to shatter all of me. He then through me again but this time into the old, muddy, dirty lake. My hands clawed for something to latch on as it felt like the water was swallowing me. Would that be so bad to leave?

Before I could just sink to the bottom, I felt Plagg, my small, black, ball of fluff aka my cat chewed my hand like a chewy toy and then kicked his way back up to the surface.

I felt this way every day. There was no escape. I was going to be trapped here forever. No matter how much I try to please him, he still hates me.

His name gives kids heart attacks.

His eyes make kids unable to run away.

His face is a jump scare in horror movies.

He is a scary man,

He is my father.

I hated looking underwater, especially when it was dirt like this one. But the side of the lake was a meter away. Somehow I was about to crawl my way up and out.

Plagg's head flinched up when he saw me and then ran under the house. The pain in my head was increasing. Why me. Why couldn't I be anyone else? Why me.

I was born on the 1st of august in this ratchet place. I was only a few years old when my mum left me all alone in a sketchy place with a father who beat me from 5 years old and on.

Aside from the abuse, I met some people who made it better for me and helped me make it through every day. Even though they were about 30 and they were here because of crimes they had done they never hurt me, never made me do something that made me uncomfortable.

One of the men was named Jake. He had taught me fencing, karate and running along rooftops just in case my fathers' abuse was too hard for me to handle and I had to escape.

Another bloke I met was James but he was in his twenties. While Jake taught me how to protect myself, James was the chillaxed guy. They were the complete opposite.

James went to parties, had fun, not a single problem in his world. He taught me how to play basketball, video games and Chinese. But of course the fun had to stop one day.

I was now at home cooking some soup recipe that mum left behind, when a bang interrupted my thoughts.

I turn around to face my father but the next thing I know, I feel like I'm flying. But before I could think I felt the old, stupid, glass table cut into my back. I felt something warm trickle down my back. It was like a snake. No. a group of snakes slithering down my broken, bruised, back. I tried to run but my predator already knew what I was planning. In a flash his hands were around my neck. Draining the life out of me.

He throw me against the wall one last time and started walking towards the small kitchen we had. My eyes were closing when I heard something. Silver were.

What if he stabs me? What if he tries to kill me? How do I get out of here? I need to get out of here. How? I curled into a ball when I heard a crash and footsteps rushing towards me. But I didn't feel pain my father usually inflicts on me.

I felt warm strong arms wrap themselves around me. But I couldn't do anything except sip into a deep sleep.

The next morning I was in a little town and Jake and James deicide to raise me like their own. I deicide trying to do magic to help James and jack. It was fun but I didn't get a lot of money for it. I was call the magic boy by all the little kids in the street. They were nice.

They came every day and watched the same magic tricks over and over again. One day even thing was changing. They told their parents about me and more people started coming. And for the first time in a long time people started noticing me. I mean Jake and James still notice me just they have a lot of work but I totally understand that.

I'm now 16 years old and I'm happier than I have ever been. I have Jake and James for parents. Im driving when something flicked to my right.

My rusty, old, car skidded to a stop when I saw a girl in a huge-looking coat fall to the ground. I stared at the girl. She looked so fragile, looked so broken. Her hair hung in two loose pony tails, as if the life and fun had been drained out of them. She looked as if I were to reach out and touched her she would turn to dust and fade away.

I rapidly jump out of the door and ran towards the life-less looking girl. I fell to my knees as my arms wrap themselves around the pale girl, I see her closing her bright blue eyes that were filled with hurt and brokenness. When I whisper

"Hey it's okay…I'm here to help…you're going to be alright"

Her eyes slowly closed and I could feel the blood rush from my face as I took her pulse. I sighed in relief as my fingers found themselves on her wrist to feel a pulse.

I pushed my hair back as I thought of what I could do. I couldn't just leave the poor girl alone in theses streets. Everyone is Paris knew that this was the place most people got themselves in danger.

There were all sorts of criminals and I don't plan for this girl to go through that. I placed one arm under her legs and one arm around her back. As I lifted her, it felt like I had lift up a feather. She was so light in my arms.

I ran back to the car trying to be as delicate as I could with the small girl in my arms. This part of town didn't look that nice. I jumped into the front seat and drove. Don't know where. Just drove. Would I be allowed to bring this girl home? Would I get in trouble? Why was this girl out there? I turn around to hear the girl groan in her sleep. Is she cold? For some reason I wanted to hold her. Keep her safe. Protect her from any and everybody- wait why I am acting like this. I grabbed her and held her against me. I felt better. Warmer.