If you saw me on the street, you would think I was normal. If you saw me in my school, you'd know I was the teacher's pet, the overachiever. If you saw me in my house, you'd know that my dad hits me and that I cover the bruises with long sleeves and bright smiles, smiles that happy, ordinary children seem likely to have. But I wouldn't know, would I? Child abuse. Rewritten version.

"It just sucks that I am able to see her everyday, be with her, be her friend while I'm protecting her with my life...and yet I can't love her the way I want to." Bechloe and Staubrey AU.