Stepanie's POV

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I was scared. Hurt, confuzed, dizzy...all at the same time. I felt like I haven't slept in days. And even if sleep should happen to falleth upon me...nightmares. I woke up to my father's voice. It was kind, yet worried and sad at the same time. I awoke with a start and jolted up, putting my hand on my head and instantly feeling the blood rushing to it.

"Whoa. Take it easy, sweetheart." My father told me. He gently layed me back down.

"Wh...what happened?" I asked totally unaware of why I was laying down on the couch...and why my family was gathered around me.

Aunt Becky walked into the living room carrying an ice pack and a glass of water. "Here, Steph. Drink this." I slowly sat up and took a drink of water.

"Why don't you lay back down and put this on your head." My father said, handing me the ice pack. I shook my head "no" and moved the ice pack away with my hand.

"What happened?" I repeated my question.

"Honey, you passed out. Do you remember anything that happened before that?" My father said.

"Dad, please. Stop using that voice as if I'm not aware of who I am...or where I am. I remember coming home from school and then my knees just gave out."

"Did you eat anything at school?" My Uncle Jesse asked.

"No...I didn't eat lunch. That's probably why I'm not feeling to well."

Was that a lie? I really wasn't sure. I've been bending the truth every so often to my family and friends. There was some truth to it...but was it still considered lying. Here I am. Stephanie Tanner. Thinking I had a perfect life, perfect family. And what I thought was the perfect boyfriend. I couldn't help but think over and over again "Why was he like this? Was it something I did?" "No, Stephanie. It wasn't. It isn't your fault."

"Stephanie?"

"Stephanie?"

"I--Ya, dad?"

"Dinner is going to be done soon. Why don't you go up and rest."

"Okay." I said. and I went up to my room. I shut and locked the door. I wanted to scream...cry, run away. Anything. I felt as though I wasn't in control...Mike was. I had to watch out and watch what I did around him all the time, What I say...even what I think. It's like he's always there...like a presence...always with me. So I decided to call someone...and I knew who.

"Hello?" I choked out. I could feel the tears swelling up in my eyes already.

"Stephanie? Is that you?" DJ asked on the other end.

"Deej? I...I need..." I couldn't control my feelings...it just happened. I cried to her on the phone.

"Stephanie? Are you okay?"

"No! DJ...please come home! I...I need you, deej! Please!"

"Stephanie...Stephanie, slow down. Tell me what's wrong?"

Before I could answer I heard that ringing sound. The sound you get when you have an IM. I didn't want to look...but I did. The tears made my vision blury so I wiped them away, phone still in my hand. I could still here DJ on the other end.

"Stephanie? Are you there? Stephanie!"

The IM read:

Mike74261:Hey babe. Where were you today? I hope you know how mad I am at you. You should probably stay home from school tomorrow. Maybe the next day you come back I wont be so steamed. Don't forget that I love you baby. And that I dont wanna have to hurt you again.

Mike74261 is away

"DJ? Can...can you come over?" My crying slowed down a little but my voice was bleak and raw, like a had a frog in my throat.

"Stephanie--"

"Please, Deej."

"Alright...alright, I'll be there."

"Meet me at the park." I whispered and hung up the phone before she got a chance to ask why. I knew she wouldn't get here right away...at least an hour. I hated how she lived far away. I'm losing everything...My sister, my mother, and myself. I at least wanted those three things back. I felt...alone.

I decided to leave the house, and it would give me 30 minutes to just be by myself and think through what I was going to say to DJ. At first I regreted what I had done. But, I knew it was for the best.

I headed to the park. I love night. I love how the air smelled, and the crunching of leaves in the fall...that was my favorite season. I didn't have a have anything to keep me warm though...I just let the cold air surrond me and take me in. I shivered as I waited for DJ. I sat under a big. beautiful oak tree, wrapping my arms around me self, feeling the pain from the bruises that formed. I saw DJ pulled up and park on the side of the street. I ran up to her.

"DJ!" I cried. I was sobbing uncontrolably and ran up to her. "DJ! I...please...you...you can't go. You cant l...leave me again!" I was shivering...and trying to manage getting out all that I could. DJ took her coat and wrapped it around me. She held me while I cried. I just collapsed. I couldn't stand anymore. Finally I trusted someone enough to take me into their arms. I was mixed with all different emotions at the time. She held me until I stoped crying...she tried to calm me down.

"Stephanie...lets go." She said soothingly while running her hand through my hair. "Were going to go back to the house...and will get everything taken care of."

"No! No, I dont want anyone to know!"

"Know what?"

"DJ...take me back to the house...but dont let them know your here because of me."

"But, Stephanie--"

"Please, DJ!"

"Okay...alright, lets go."

DJ helped me to her car and we drove back to the house. The ride was silent until we got there. I got out of the car and we entered the house. I checked to make sure no one was in the kitchen once again and made my way upstairs.

"You stay here...say you just came for a visit." And I went up to my room. DJ walked into the living room and found my family watching TV. They greeted her with hugs and kisses and made conversation about how things were going. Then my father told her about me...

"You know, Deej...maybe if you tried talking to Steph we could find out what's going on with her." My father said.

"Sure, dad. I'd do anything to help Stephanie out. Where is she?"

"She's in her room. She may be sleeping though. Would you mind taking some dinner up for her to eat? She hasn't really had much of an appetite lately.

"Of course, dad." She smiled. DJ was so beautiful. She had short, blond hair and lovely blue/gray eyes. I wanted to be just like her. And to be successful like her also.

She came up to my room and knocked on my door...I answered, and we talked...

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