Bleeeeeepppp… Bleeeeeepppppp… Bleeeeeeeeeppppp…

"Ugh!" I groaned in annoyance before slamming my hand down on the snooze button, effectively shutting up my alarm. I've only been home for a week, and I already feel way better being back with my family, but nothing, not even my family, could make me enjoy waking up.

I tiredly rolled myself out of bed, and stood up on my feet. I took a moment to stretch and yawn before grabbing a random bunch of clothes, and making my way across the hall to the bathroom. I shivered slightly as the cold tile floor touched my bare feet. I locked the door behind me, set the clothes on the edge of the sink, and began to strip out of my pajamas. I adjusted the temperature of the water, and stepped in before beginning my usual routine of washing my hair, then my body, and just enjoying the nice feeling of the warm water on my skin.

When I was done I turned off the water, and stepped out, and quickly dried myself off. I grabbed the clothes that I brought into the room and quickly pulled them on. I pulled out the blow dried that was tucked away under the sink, and plugged it in. I dried my hair off as best I could, before unplugging the blow drier and putting it away. I hung up the wet towels and then proceeded to brush my teeth. Once I was done I decided to finish getting ready in my bedroom.

I went back over to my bedroom and grabbed the brush on my vanity and began to detangle my long hair. Once I finished that, I moved over to my full length mirror and looked myself over. I was wearing a plain, long sleeved, skin tight lime green shirt, a pair of light colored boot cut jeans, and basic white sneakers. Something still didn't look right though. I thought to myself for a second before pulling the small black elastic off my wrist, and pulled my long, dirty blonde hair into a messy ponytail. Perfect.

Once I was sure I was satisfied with my look, I grabbed my small, purple, fake leather purse off my vanity, walked out of my room, and headed down stairs. Once I got down stairs I saw that my brothers were sitting around on the couch, eating doughnuts out of a huge box of at least 3 dozen.

"Hey, Harley!" Elliot exclaimed, his mouth filled with chocolate powdered doughnut.

"Hey guys." I replied casually

"Want a doughnut?" Mason asked me, holding out the box to me.

I shook my head, "Nah. I'm good. I think I'm just gonna grab something at the café down the street, and then head over to the gym." I shrugged, heading towards the front door.

"Okay, make sure you're back for dinner." Elliot told me sternly

"Yeah, no more disappearing for days." Mason agreed

"Don't worry guys, I'll be back by supper time. No worries." I told them, flashing them a small smile before grabbing the door knob, and letting myself out.

I made my way down the street, and it wasn't long before I arrived at the café. I walked in there, and took my place in the long line that always seemed to be here.

It took about 20 minutes, but I finally got to the front of the line. Behind the counter was a woman who was a little bit taller than me and her skin was almost orange with fake tanner. her hair was dyed an obviously fake, bottle blonde, and she had long pink acrylic nails on each of her fingers. She kept smacking her gum, in the most annoying way, and I hoped nothing more than to get away from her ASAP.

"What can I get ya?" she asked in an incredibly obnoxious new jersey accent

"I'll have a large, unsweetened, raspberry flavored, iced green tea. And an onion bagel with reduced fat cream cheese." I said as I pulled my wallet out of my small purple purse.

"Okay, that will be 6.78." she said, smacking her gum on the eight for emphasis.

I handed her a 10 dollar bill, and waited for my change. Once I got it, I moved to the side and waited for my order. A few minutes later, my stuff was finally ready.

"Raspberry, iced green tea, and an onion bagel?" a cubby girl called out from behind the counter

"That's me." I told her, and stepped forward to claim my food.

"Here ya go." she said as she handed the food to me.

"Thanks." I said as I took my food, and turned back to walk out of the place.

I found one of the picnic tables outside the building, and sat down to eat my bagel. It only took a few minutes, but when I was done, I grabbed my tea and made my way back down the sidewalk.

After walking for a few minutes, I was about to enter the gym when I heard a suspicious noise. It sounded like a woman screaming. Thankfully the noise repeated multiple times so I could follow it.

I followed it to a small house, where the sounds of fighting could be heard. I didn't have time to change into my Shamrock uniform, so I put my mask on, and charged into the house. Once I entered I saw a woman sitting on the floor, her eye was already blackening, and her lip was busted open. There was also a large man towering over her. As soon as I busted the door down, he turned his attention to me. I didn't even get a chance to make a witty comment to him before he charged towards me, and attempted to attack me. He tried to punch me in the chest, but I successfully blocked him, and threw my fist right back at him, catching him hard in the cheek. He stumbled back, and spit some blood out of his mouth, along with a tooth I must have broke loose.

"You bitch. You're going to get it now!" he shouted at me, as he ran towards me again.

I delivered a hard kick to his stomach, and he counter attacked with a punch to my side. I grunted in pain, but didn't falter my fighting at all. Finally it seemed like he had given up, and he stepped away from me.

"Giving up so soon?" I asked him tauntingly

He scoffed at me angrily, "You're dead bitch." he growled as he pulled out a knife from his pocket. He flipped it out, and came at me again. I quickly made sure to grab his arm that was holding the weapon, and pushed him away from me.

It took a lot of effort for me to push such a large, strong man away, so I had to take a moment to catch my breath. And that's when he got me. He swiftly sliced at my stomach, causing a large, but not deep, gash across my belly. I won't lie, it hurt like hell to get sliced by the knife, so much so that I fell to the ground clutching my stomach. All these years of fighting, and getting my ass kicked from time to time, I never did develop a very strong threshold for pain. Every hit hurt just a much as the first one.

Before I could even comprehend it, the man was standing over me. "Do you still think it was a good idea to come in here, and interrupt our little game?" he asked me, holding the knife very close to my throat, but not touching flesh.

"Rather my life that the life of someone innocent." I replied, my voice not wavering

He chuckled lightly, "Oh I'm not going to kill you." he told me, his hand roughly grabbing my face, causing me to look him in the eye, "I'm going to torture you. Slowly and painfully."

"Go ahead and try it. See how that works out for you." I heard a voice call out from behind me.

I was unable to turn around and see the face of whoever was there, but I knew it sounded familiar. The man looked behind me to look at the man, and instantly let me go.

"When are people gonna learn to stay away when I'm playing?" he growled before charging toward whoever was behind me.

I was terrified to turn around, but I knew the fight didn't take long because a few seconds later a loud grunt was heard as a body fell on the ground, followed by the sound of a man jumping up and running away. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I just hoped to god that they were my savior, and not the man who started all of this.

I jumped slightly as I felt a muscular hand touch my shoulder gently, "Hey, it's okay. You're okay."

I turned my head slightly to see who exactly was there, but once I saw who it was, I could barely believe it.

"Steve… What are you doing here?" I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper

"Clearly saving you. Again." he said jokingly as he leaned down so he was at my level. He gasped softly as he examined me and noticed the wound on my belly, "What happened? Are you okay?"

I shrugged, "I'm okay. It's just a flesh wound." I told him firmly. "But I'm not the one we need to worry about." I said, pointing to the woman who was still in shock, and sitting in the corner.

Steve nodded and headed over toward her. "Ma'am? Are you alright?"

At the sound of his voice she seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in, and slowly made her way to her feet, with Steve's help. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" I asked her, making my way to my feet, and heading over to her.

"Once hundred percent." she said surely.

"Okay, well I recommend you go to the police, and report this. They will find him, and he won't be able to hurt you again. I promise." I told he gently

She nodded, "I will, I promise. I just need to be alone for right now. Please?"

I nodded in agreement, "Okay. Come on, lets get out of here."

Steve nodded as well, and followed me out of the house. Once we were out of the house, I removed my mask, and took my hand off my belly to examine the wound."That looks a bit deeper than a flesh wound…" Steve said anxiously as he examined the wound with me.

"Nah, it'll be fine." I assured him, "It just needs to be cleaned out, and bandaged and it will be okay."

"C'mon, I have some first aid stuff at my apartment." he said, grabbing my arm and pulling toward the apartment building he lives at.

Ugh, this should be fun… Getting wounds cleaned by a extremely attractive guy… Meh, could be worse.

Okay, I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in a bit. It's because I always have my laptop, but I don't always have internet. So I'm making up to you by uploading 3 chapters today :D

But on another note, I'm not EXACTLY sure what I'm making happen next. I have a bunch of ideas, and I feel like I've got a pretty good idea about where the story is going to end up, but if someone of you would be dears and help me out, that would be great! I am more than open about any ideas you guys have. If you guys want to help me out, feel free to message me, or put it in a review, and I will make sure I give you credit if I use it. Thanks for your help guys :D