"I am going to be gone for two weeks" said Bill after he pushed his dirty plate into Chelsea's hands. Chelsea allmost droped the plate she was so surprised.

"Why?, Where?, Am I goin'?" Asked Chelsea quickly as she started to wash the dirty dishes.

"You ask too many questions." said Bill angerly, "I have to go visit my family down south, and no, I would not show them that I am dating a little whore like you." Chelsea breathed a sigh of releif, she hated her boyfriend, but could never leave him. She was afraid of what he'd do. If he does this to her allready, immagine what he'd do if he ever got mad!

Suddenly the plate Chelsea was holding slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor.

"You clumbsy whore!" Screamed Bill at the top of his lungs well grabing Chelsea's wrists.

"I'm...I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" cried Chelsea as he slaped her across the face. Chelsea could taste the alchohol on his breath as he hit her. Suddenly he threw her against the pantry. Chelsea was crying now., she could feel the tears running down her face...tears of...blood? She touched her forhead to discover that she wasn't crying blood, there was bloody wound under her right eyebrow.

Bill stalked out of the room yelling, "I leave tomorrow morning, good thing, I can't stand being around you for another day! You little tramp!" But his last words slured. Chelsea knew that the beating could very well go on and decided to stay in the kitchen preteding to clean untill she knew that Bill was asleep.

*************************************************** There, foist chapter done. Don't worry, the newsies will be comming soon. :]

This is my first FF so I know it sucks...just please review though...I'll give you a cookie if you do. *bats eyelashes*

NOTE: This FF is gonna start out like a Mary Sue...just bear with me okay? *pleads*