Author note:

Sorry, I only know bits and pieces of the guys' stories. Opps.

Thanks for all of the reviews.

-CWA

Chapter 10- A heck of a life:

Krysta's P.O.V:
Things went well. It was a few days after the…event…Leigh was thrown in jail for a about a few months. Lys became a good friend. Castiel was my boyfriend. Nathaniel and Angel were going out. Things were going good. And it only got better.

The school principal knew of the incident and allowed the whole gang (Lys, Angel, Nathaniel, Castiel, and I) two weeks off to help recover. The others were let off to help me recover since we were close. Lys was put under the guardian ship of Angel's aunt since she volunteered until his parents got back.

As a result, we all decided to go relax and have a camping trip in the woods which is where we were now.

It was getting dark and Nathaniel decided we should set up camp inside the cave. Big mistake.

We had out sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, and other stuff in the very large cave. We were all having fun.

I cuddled to Castiel warmly. He snuggled back. He whispered in my ear, "I will always protect you."

I nodded and closed my eyes. Soon, all of us were asleep.

The next day:

I woke up to a loud noise. I jolted awake and it was pitch black. I turned on the flashlights.

"Everyone ok?"

Nathaniel was screaming to be heard. We all answered, "WE'RE FINE!"

Soon, we discovered the reason for the noise. We got caved in, and now….we're trapped. Luckily, it was a small-ish cave, so I knew there was no bear in the cave. But I also knew that this meant there was no other way out either.

Lucky for us, we still had wood from last night. Castiel started a fire so we could see and stay warm. We gathered around the campfire. We used our bags and blankets as cushions to sit on, careful to not set it on fire.

Castiel, Lys, and Nathaniel went to work after the fire was set though.

"Well," Nathaniel said, "We can't get out. There's too many large rocks behind these smaller ones."

Castiel scowled, "no way out. Does anyone's cell got service?"

I grabbed my cell, as did everyone else. We all flipped them open and had the same results. "No…"

Castiel sighed, he sat next to me. "We're doomed…"

I kissed him on the cheek. "No we aren't. We're just trapped."

"Like that's any better."

I laughed at his expression. Lys also sat down on top of his blankets (Which were silver and silky). Angel and Nathaniel were sitting across the fire, across from Castiel and I. We all were still in our PJs. I, personally, didn't mind staying in my shorts and tank top while being cuddled by my boyfriend who is only wearing some sweats and boxers.

"So," Nathaniel said, "What should we do?"

"We should…play a game?"

We looked to Angel, "What game?"

She shrugged, "Truth or Dare?"

She looked at all of our expressions and sighed, "Guess not. Why don't we tell stories?"

Nathaniel looked thoughtful, but Castiel just snorted.

"That could work…."Nathaniel's face brightened, "We don't know much about each other, right?"

We nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with that.

"Then why don't we tell stories, our stories?"

Castiel scowled and I snorted, at the same time, we both said, "Yeah right."

Angel looked interested, "Actually, that's not a bad idea."

Lys smirked, "It would be interesting, to say the least."

Castiel and I looked to Lys, "Not you too," we groaned, "Trader."

Lys shrugged and Angel smirked.

"Ha! You're out-voted!"

I could almost feel my brain explode, "I will not tell my life story."

Castiel looked to me. He kissed my forehead gently, which calmed me down.
"If I do it, will you?"

I sighed, "Fine…"

Angel smiled slightly, "Sorry Krysta, I know you hate it. But I'm glad you're doin' it, thanks," she turned to Castiel, "Or rather, thanks Castiel for making her change her mind."

I pouted, "Ha, ha. Very funny."

Angel snuggled to Nathaniel, "So, who first?"

Lys coughed nervously, "I guess I will speak."

I, personally, was very shocked. Lys never opens up. He sighed,

"I am Lysander Hall, and I am seventeen. I was born in London, England…"

My eyes widened, gosh damn it Lys! You're a bloody wanker! I resisted the urge to laugh at my thought. I have no idea where that came from.

"…Leigh, my older brother, is one year older than me. When I five, I had a little sister. Her name was Elizabeth. We lived in poverty, and barely ever had money. We were always dressed in rags…"

I gasped slightly, who would have thought?

"…but Leigh and I admired fashion. It was so foreign it us, since we were always dressed so poorly. Leigh and I were looked through, in awe, at different fashion magazines. We loved the Victorian Era the most. Because it was so polite. See, growing up, we went to a rich school. The kids were always dressed in the latest trends, so my brother and I were often made fun of. The kids, and the teachers, were not the nicest people either. But the Victorian Era," a glint of admiration filled Lys's eyes, "the people were always nice, kind, and polite back then, things that were unknown to the people I grew up with. The clothes were so regal, so fashionable, but it was unlike the ones the kids at school wore. Leigh always swore that when he left the house he would start a clothing shop, and sell the most regal and fashionable clothes ever made. It seemed like a distant dream, at the time, and so strange. Yet, Leigh was more passionate than I, and he knew how to sew from our mother.

Then, when I was twelve, there was a tragedy that broke our family. Elizabeth, not yet seven, died. She had gotten very ill. We couldn't afford a doctor, and she died."

Angel was blinking back tears and I was shell-shocked. Castiel looked at his best friend sadly. Nathaniel was also a bit saddened.
"Shortly after she died, my school in England had an exchange program. The expenses would full paid. My mother and father made the rough decision to sign Leigh and I for the program. It was to America.

When I arrived here, things were very different. We soon we deluded, and tainted. We lost our accents after a few years with our host family. The family was rich, and we were finally able to get nice, Victorian clothes. Soon after, Leigh was able to have his own clothing shop and I was very happy for my older brother. I met Castiel when I was thirteen, and we became fast friends over our passion for music. We are best friends to this day. My host parents had to leave for a business trip not long ago."

Lys looked at us amused, "Then soon after they were gone, one day, a new girl named Angel came to Sweet Amoris High, and after her, a girl named Krysta-"

Castiel, Angel, and I raised our hands to silence him, "-we were there/we know."

Lys looked very amused, and I was very sad for the poor guy. His little sister died, his parents had to send him away, and then-boom! His brother turns criminal rapist. Nathaniel fidgeted,
"Guess I'm next?"

We all shook out heads and he sighed. "Well, I'm Nathaniel Shawl, and I'm seventeen."

He took a deep breath, "I've always lived in Sweet Amoris, so nothing exciting there. I was never the favorite child growing up though. My parents liked Amber more than me. She was my little sister, and out of jealousy when we were kids, I would pick on her. A lot. My parents never let that go. Amber was…rather mean…in the future."
Castiel snorted and I stifled a laugh, yeah that's one way to put it Nathaniel.

"But my father…if I did anything wrong, or stepped out of line, just once. It was a slap or punch from him, sometimes worse. But I never let it bother me, after all, that's normal…right?"

Castiel's P.O.V:

Angel was slightly crying. I was shocked. Golden's father was abusive? Just how thick was Natey-boy, to convince himself it was normal? I've seen him come to school with bruises and hurt bones. He said it was always walking into something or another. Now I know the truth. Angel slapped Nathaniel on the arm, "you idiot!"

"What?"

I was laughing slightly at the look on his face. Krysta glared at Nathaniel, "She's right, you dumb ass. As soon as we get out, me and Angel are gonna drag your ass to the cops."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why?"

Angel went berserk, "Why? WHY! Maybe 'cause, oh, I don't know, you're father is abusing you!"

"It's not that important?"

At this point I could tell Krysta was pissed. She got off her spot near me. I pouted in protest. We were both warm and comfy. Krysta went around the fire; Lys was smart enough to move out of her way. She grabbed Nathaniel roughly. He was glaring at her, but she still held him up against the cave wall. I was shocked. Krysta growled at him.

"Listen close pretty boy."

I chuckled slightly at the name, but I shut up at Krysta's glare. Lys was still a bit shell-shocked from Nathaniel's 'confession.'

Personally, yeah I felt a bit bad for him, but tough luck. Some people have it worse.

"You will go to the cops, you will explain everything your father has ever done, and he's gonna get his ass arrested. If you don't, it will get worse, and you'll have another bruise on your face, but it will be from me! Got it!"
Nathaniel was still glaring, but he briskly nodded. She let him go, and he returned to his seat as Krysta returned to hers. Angel was crying. He moved awkwardly.

"Why is this such a big deal?"

Angel growled at him, this shocked me. Angel was so happy and perky. A 'bright rain of sunshine,' yet she had such harshness in her growl and in her voice.

"Why? Nathaniel, if Krysta doesn't punch you if you don't go to the cops, I will! I already had one….friend…that has been abused. And you know what happened? She didn't go to the cops, nope, not her."

She glanced at Krysta quickly, but returned to Nathaniel, "She was convinced it was 'normal,' and 'not a big deal.' Yet, so much abuse went on! She was beaten, bruised, and had broken bones! It wasn't just her father either, her own mother! And you know what happened? She was in so much pain! Mentally and physically! Not to mention what happened when her parents went too far! I don't want the same thing to happen to you!"

Krysta's P.O.V:

Angel's voice softened, "I can't let that happen to you Nathaniel. I love you too much."

Awe, that was…sort of sweet. I knew who Angel was talking about, of course I did. That's why when she was ranting; I snuggled even closer to Castiel. Nathaniel looked a bit shocked, but he kissed her softly on the forehead.
"I…I love you too, my little Angel. I'm sorry for worrying you."

I almost gagged, how…romantic…yuck. Lys looked as if he knew something no one else knew. He looked to me with a knowing look. Ah shit, don't do that Lys! It's creepy, and it makes me feel…weird…I almost screamed. He knew; that's why he looked at me like that. With sorrow and pity. I hate that look.

Angel smiled slightly as she snuggled to Nathaniel, "Well, I guess it's my turn, huh?"

"I'm Angel LeAnn. I'm seventeen. I used to live in another state, South Carolina. But, my parents are away on a year-long business trip. As a result, I had to go live with my Aunt Rachael, here in New Jersey. But, lived in South Carolina almost all of my life. I moved there when I was two, from Oklahoma. Anyway, I met Krysta when I moved there. She lived across the street. We had a really good childhood…"

I resisted the urge to snort, yeah right. She had a good childhood. Me, no so much.

"…my parents were very rich growing up, but Krysta never took me for granted. She just liked me, for me. We're best friends. Growing up, many kids that always tried to buy my friendship so they could get fancy things as presents from my parents and me. See, my parents were very…hyper…as soon as I made friend, they treated them like family! Got them nice things and all, I hated it. But Krysta, she always refused the gifts. Never took them. She didn't want fancy things or money, just me for me."

I held up my hand, "I ain't a saint. As for fancy things….I wouldn't say no to a motorcycle."

I was kidding, and Angel knew that since I wriggled my eyebrows for effect. I mean, yeah I wanted a motorcycle, but I would earn it. I would never let Angel buy me one. Angel rolled her eyes playfully and Castiel snorted in laughter.

"Anyway, we also had two friends named Jason and Kyle, Krysta and I knew them for years, but we didn't become close friends until about two months before the move. I moved to New Jersey and Krysta followed me."

"You make me sound like Ken. I am not your stalker, nor obsessed with cookies."

Angel gave me a look and I put my hands up in mock surrender, "now rock music is a different story."

Angel laughed, "Anyway, you guys pretty much know the rest."

They looked at me questioningly and I chuckled, "Nah, Castiel's turn."

He glared at me but I pouted. He sighed, "Fine."

"I'm Castiel Skulls. Seventeen. I love motorcycles and music. I lived in Sweet Amoris all my life, and hated Natey boy the same amount of time."

Nathaniel rolled his eyes, and I looked to my boyfriend in amusement.

"Anyway, as a kid, it was pretty rotten. My parents were never home, but I got used to being ignored when they were. I met Lys when we were thirteen and started a band when we were fifteen. Not much."

He tilted his head up slightly, searching his head for other memories.
"Ah, I got Demon when I was seven. Best present of my life. My father felt bad for not being there, so he got my the dog. I still have Demon, and he's the love of my life."

I playfully glared at Castiel, "Should I be worried?"

Castiel laughed and hugged me tightly, "Don't worry, none can steal my love for you away."

He let go and I blushed. I wasn't excepting that. Not at all.

"Question," Angel said, "Why do you hate Nathaniel anyway?"

Castiel shrugged, "He's my opposite. He's everything I'm not. We just don't get along. Anyway, I guess that's it. Oh! I lost my virginity when I was fourteen to Alice Cooper."

He smiled smugly. Lys sighed in irritation; Angel was looking at the ground. Nathaniel was red-faced. I was glaring at him.
"You know, there are some things that a girlfriend never wants to hear."

Castiel laughed, "Just being through."

"That's gonna cost ya later."

Castiel pouted, "No fair. Your turn."

I sighed. I wasn't looking forward to this.

Castiel's P.O.V:

I was actually very curious about my girlfriend's past. She never talked about it. I almost feel bad about that part with Alice. I think that was her name anyway. We weren't serious; it was just a 'spur of the moment.'

Anyway, I didn't even mean to say that. It just popped into my head.

Krysta sighed, and she leaned into my chest. I put my arm around her as she spoke.

"I'm Krysta Venn. Seventeen. I love hunting, motorcycles, music, and singing. I lived in South Carolina all of my life, until I moved her to New Jersey."

Krysta gulped, "As Angel said, we met when we were two. She was my only friend growing up, my best friend. I told her everything, and she did the same. I never cared for fancy gifts. Then, there was Kyle and Jason. Those two guys, we knew them for a long time since Angel and I were seven. However, we didn't become close friends until two months before the move.

I saved money since I was nine to save up to get a home somewhere else. Yeah, my life was that bad. Luckily, I had enough money. I got an apartment here in New Jersey shortly after Angel moved here.

Anyway, my parents. Hated them. They hate me. Simple. Nathaniel,"

She looked to Golden Boy, and I resisted the urge to growl a warning to him.
"Angel spoke to you-all of us, of her friend who was abused. I'm that friend."

I gasped and looked at her in shock. She buried her head in my chest and I shushed her in comfort. Lys was a bit smug, like he knew before she told us…bastard…. Angel looked at the floor and Nathaniel was embarrassed. Krysta took a few breaths and calmed down. She spoke again.
"Mine was a lot worse than a simple slap or punch. I was abused since I was a baby. It's a miracle I'm even alive."

She chuckled slightly, "Anyway, I always was hurt. I had bruises, broken bones, and other injuries. But when I was five, it was the worst."

She sighed. "When I was five, my father got very angry. It was the day he figured out I made friends with Angel. He was pissed. He got the butcher knife from the kitchen. My so-called mother helped him. He did this."

She moved the hair away from her…eye? She had an eye patch on. It was a simple dark black. There was also a scar that went from her cheek bone to the top of her forehead. I looked at her sadly.

I touched the scar gently. "What happened?"

"Like I said, the knife. My father took it and gorged out my eye. Then, on my ninth birthday, he disowned me. That's when Angel found out I was being abused. And her parents found out too. I told them it was 'no big deal,' and they let it go. I lived with Angel then. When they left for their business trip, they offered for me to go with Angel with her Auntie. Aunt Rachael also knew of my abuse, and, despite her silliness, was like a mother to me.

But I refused. I hated to burden them. That's why I started to save money since I was nine. So, I bought an apartment here, and you guys know the rest."

I looked at my girlfriend sadly. I kissed her scar gently and she blushed, "Castiel…"

I pouted and 'was a good doggie.'

Krysta cradled to my chest as everyone stared at her.

"Krysta," Nathaniel said, "I am sorry."

Krysta waved him off, "Nothin' for you to be sorry 'bout."

Krysta yawned, "I'm still tired."

Krysta snuggled to my chest. She used my body as her pillow, which I didn't mind. She soon fell asleep.

I looked to the others, "what now?"

They shrugged. Then we heard a noise. Krysta didn't wake up, damn she falls asleep fast. And she's a heavy sleeper.

The boulders around the cave moved. Soon, a few guys poked their heads in. They sighed in relief.

"WE FOUND THEM!"