Stitches, Scars, and Survival

Chapter 3: Passion Filled Eyes

Disclaimer: I don't feel like putting a witty response so no, I don't own SWAC. How many times do I have to tell you 'Fanfiction People'?! (oops. too late. that's witty and a response.)

Hey Everyone!

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Allison Munroe sat there in her So Random! dressing room, staring at the door in awe. Chad Dylan Cooper just gave her advice. And a tissue. Well, he gave it to me for a reason, Sonny thought and wiped her tears. She went through her black, miniature, inexpensive purse and took out her few makeup items, the ones she bought whenever she came to Hollywood. Any other time, and she would have been hit for trying to look pretty.

She re-applied some makeup, cleaning up her tear-strained face. Sonny stared at that girl in the mirror, the lifeless brown hair and plain jane eyes. She wasn't sure why everyone thought she was beautiful, because all she saw was a coward. Sure, she was a comedian on a hit-tv show. Sure, she had some mutual friends. She didn't have a normal childhood. And that's what made Allison so damaged inside. That's what gave her the un-necessary edge that people were so interested in. She cleaned up her dressing room, folding the strewn clothes. Sonny changed her outfit into some old sweats and tennis shoes, preparing herself for the 2 mile walk home.

Chad Dylan Cooper walked to his dressing room, thinking about what he had done today. He met the new girl. And he had a certain idea that she was going to change everything.

Even though he just met her, he felt like that one beautiful girl was changing his world.

Wait. Chad Dylan Cooper does not think about girls, they think about him. He shook his head like a dog and smoothed his Mackenzie Falls attire.

He didn't bother to clean up, knowing his maid would take care of it.

"Ah it's good to be me." He whispered to himself and drove himself home.

Chad walked into his kitchen and flipped on the light, staring at the single rose in his kitchen.

He read the tag: Debra, make a date for tomorrow night, pick you up at 7. –Reese

He scoffed at his step-mother's stupid rose. Ever since his dad and mom separated and his dad remarried then 'passed away' he's stuck with his stupid step-mom. She was a bitch. She never left any food or gave any love to him. His real mom was the sweetest person on earth, and was the only person that he isn't afraid to admit that he loved, other than himself. He walked to his room, alone in his house yet again, and changed. He went through his phone and started texting some Mackenzie Falls cast members, out of boredom. Chad slowly fell asleep, hugging his phone.

"PLEASE! NO!" A hurt Sonny screamed out at the raging tirade she called her father. She hated him with every fiber of her being and never wanted to be around him. Sadly, her father beat her and her mother, and one night only one Munroe lived, and that was Sonny. Somehow her father got custody of her, over her kind and gentle aunt, and now her home life is a living hell.

Sonny choked back her tears, trying to ignore the harsh beating her father was giving her. Allison finally let all her pent up feelings go, letting her tears slip down her already black and blue face. She fell into unconsciousness, which was better than enduring the terrible 'tough love' she got.

She next morning Sonny awakened to a broken nose, ribs, black and blues, scars, blood, and stitches covered her body. She realized the unruly state she was in as she undressed the next morning and stepped into the shower. She whimpered as the scalding water hit her open wounds. Her father never paid any bills, forcing her to live in a primitive environment. Allison quickly got dressed and put-together, dressing her wounds as best as possible and covering her bruises. She had become accustomed to it and her bruises actually getting by as not noticed, which was never something to be proud of.

No 15 year old girl should be embarrassed to wear a bikini or even a tank-top. She ran to the studio before her drunken and twisted father woke up and worsened her already disgusting wounds.

Chad swaggered into Condor Studios, obviously occupied by his iPhone to notice a tattered Sonny Munroe with a needle and thread in hand. Chad ran into her, knocking her down, along with the contents in her scarred hands.

"Careful, random." He spat out, before noticing who he had knocked on the floor. "I'm so sorry." He said sincerely and helped her up. Chad stared at her face, body, clothes, and all had one color on it: red.

"Sonny?!" He asked, shocked that she would be this badly hurt. "Oh my god, Sonny!"

"Chad, I-I'm f-f-fine." She barely choked out.

"We need to get you to a hospital." He said and picked her up bridal style. Chad carried her to his car and set her in the passenger seat.

Sonny was surprised that this kind stranger actually cared about her heath, or that he was that strong enough to carry her. She only weighed a mere 100 pounds or so, considering she was malnourished. Allison blacked out and next found herself in a bed with an IV in her arm.

"Ch-Chad?" She croaked and the kind, gentle, beautiful face appeared next to her.

"You needed medical attention. Don't be flattered. If Portlyn or even Tawni needed this I would have helped them too." He said to her, telling himself more than her.

"Thank You." She plainly said, appreciative of everything the young boy has done for her. And this time, when chocolate brown met oceanic blue, both Chad and Sonny knew that would not the last time they would be looking into each other's eyes with that much passion and desire.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for all the reviews and I expect a couple more for chapter 4! (OMG IT RHYMED!)

Forever&+Always,

Tiffany