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I am working on a new TD story as well. Don't worry I'll still be focusing mainly on this one. xD ! If you have any thoughts or ideas for a story, please feel free to PM me! If you would like your own personal character to be in this story or my next story PM as well! There is no MxZ or DxC in this chapter but the start of SxD. The next chapter will be more positive ! Enjoy ! xoxo

I STRONGLY DO NOT SUPPORT ABUSE: MENTALLY OR PHYSICALLY! If you are or know anyone who is suffering from abuse PLEASE contact help.

Gwen POV

It was getting pretty late. Me and Trent were talking for hours. There was not an awkward silence between us yet. I showed him some of my art work and he showed me some of his songs. I enjoy his company. And that is something rare for me to say. People in this generation seem to lack authenticity. Everyone is the same. Wannabe gangster rappers, wannabe rock stars or wannabe Kardashians. It's hard to find a person with originality. He sang some of his songs to me, and with every chord, my heart seemed to melt. I felt like a little fan girl. In a way I was disappointed with myself.

You just met the guy, how can you like him? You're smarter than that!

But then again,

What is there not to like?

"It's getting late" He said looking at his iPhone. His case had the Beatles on it.

"Yeah" I said getting up and stuffing my sketchbook inside my black bag.

"Where do you live?"

"I live in Queens, how about you?"

"Queens"

We both laughed, even though nothing about that conversation was funny. We agreed to take the train together. Trent lives near Centerville and I live near Lindenwood.

The train ride is about 40-50 minutes long. So when we got on, we listened to some of his music he had on his phone and I showed him some of my pencils and how they each have a different stroke. I ripped out a blank paper and we wrote notes back and forth to each other using a different pencil every time. We wrote about the weird people on the train. Like this one guy who was wearing a light green sweater and had a blue winter beanie on his head. He had a giant gold Z necklace and some tacky sunglasses on. Honestly who wears sunglasses on the train? Its underground! He was rapping while picking his nose. I know it's not nice to judge people, but he was acting ridiculous and it kept us occupied.

We arrived at Rockaway Blvd. I was debating on whether or not to take the bus, since it is like a 20 minute walk for me. Trent offered to walk me home, and I accepted.

When we arrive at my apartment building, I hugged him tightly. This was another thing I rarely do. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him. Part of me wanted to kiss him, part of me knew better not to, so I didn't.

"Get home safe!" I said waving as he waved goodbye.

Sam POV

I was really getting into playing GTA 5. My dad barged into my room. I knew it wasn't going to be good. It never is when it comes out of my father.

"I'm tired of this shit Samuel, tired of waking up from your stupid fucking games at 2 o'clock in the morning. I have work, I have a job to pay for this fucking house where your lazy ass just sits there and doesn't do shit. I'm sick of it. Tomorrow, you're going to wake up early and go to your brother's job. See if he can get you a position. If you don't have a job by tomorrow your ass is out. Understood?"

I just nodded my head. I always knew I was a big letdown to my father. I'm nothing like my brother. He's tall, athletic, outgoing, and handsome. We are polar opposites. He obviously shows favoritism towards him. He never wanted to spend time with me. My mom doesn't exclude me from anything, she loves us both equally. I'm sure if it wasn't for my mom begging my dad to let me stay at home, I would've been homeless on the streets. I know my mom wouldn't let him kick me out, but he was right. I do need a job.

I shut off my PS3 and went to sleep. I know I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.

Dakota POV

Today went by pretty fast. I was supposed to have a meeting today with my agent but I moved it to tomorrow, since today I'm spending quality time with my love.

I just finished blow drying my hair. I ran my flat iron over my hair just to make sure it was pin straight, but right at the ends of my hair twirled my straightener outwards, so it could give an nice little curl. It was 7:30 P.M , almost time to meet up with Kyle! I put on my baby pink halter dress and beige heels. I slipped on my charm bracelet. It is my favorite piece of jewelry. It also is engraved with my name on it! I sprayed some Chanel No. 5 and left the apartment to go to Bluefin.

I arrived at Bluefin. I dug in my purse to find out that I left my phone at home. I need my phone in case something important comes up and in case of emergencies. I looked around and I didn't see Kyle.

Did he forget? Maybe he's just running late?

I figured if I go home really quick and get my cell, he should be at Bluefin the same time as me. I ran in my 4 inch heels. As I was running, my heel seemed to have wedged into the tile, snapping it. I fell right into a pile of mud.

UGHHHHHH! Now I really have to go home!

As much as I just wanted to sit there and cry, I got up and took my other heel off and ran barefoot towards my apartment. I had to hurry up. I was holding both of my heels in one hand, and my purse in the other. I made sure to look straight down at the sidewalk. Making sure I don't step in dog shit, broken glass, etc. I ran into one idiot on the street and knocked him down, but hello can't you see I'M IN A HURRY HERE PEOPLE!

I arrived at my apartment steps. I was never so happy to see them! I quickly entered into my room. I walked into the bathroom. Just as I was about to run the water on, I heard the door open.

It can't be Kyle. He's supposed to be at Bluefin.

I stood quite; listening to who it could be. I was quite scared in all honesty. I thought maybe it was a robber, and my phone is still on the kitchen counter where I last left it so I couldn't call for help.

"Are you sure your sister isn't home?" I heard a female voice say

"Yeah." Kyle said.

I felt my heart pounding against my chest. My eyes began to fill with water. I tried to think positive.

Maybe he is throwing me a surprise party?

When I knew damn well there was no surprise party.

I listened carefully, leaning closer to the bathroom door.

"I've been waiting all day for this baby" Kyle said as I heard him kissing her neck.

She let out a slight moan.

I swear my heart stopped when I heard that. I wasn't enraged with anger. I was hurt. I felt used, disgusted, betrayed, and worthless all at once. I didn't want to hit him nor her. I just wanted them out of MY fucking apartment! So I opened the door. When I knew I shouldn't have. I knew I would see them. I just looked down at the floor. Looking down at my feet covered in mud with cuts on them from running so fast, I saw the tiny wet circles my tears left on the floor as well.

I knew I had to be strong. The faster I kick them out the faster this will be over with. So I took every ounce of courage I had to lift my head up and see them face to face.

I was slightly relieved that it was some random bitch, rather than some girl I know. She was wearing a slutty orange skirt on and a red and orange tank top on revealing her double d's. She is beautiful though. She has nice long thin legs, small waist, pretty blue eyes, a nice tan. This made me only hate her more.

"OH MY GOSH KYLE I THOUGHT YOUR SISTER WASN'T GOING TO BE HERE! I'm soooooooooo sorry!" She said as her eyes enlarged in embarrassment.

"I'm not his sister" I some how managed to say holding back my tears and the screams that were fulfilling on the inside.

"So are you like his maid or something?"

That provoked me. The sadness seemed to disappear and intense anger emerged.

"I'M HIS GIRLFRIEND YOU SLUT!" I screamed in her face.

I then looked over to him

"GIVE ME THE KEY TO MY FUCKING APARTMENT AND GET YOUR STUPID TRAMP OUT OF HERE!"

I said as I slapped the shit out of him.

He held my arm tightly; I thought my circulation was going to cut off. This is when I noticed that my charm bracelet must have fell off when I fell in the mud.

"Lindsay leave" He said. She grabbed her purse and left out the door.

He looked at me with rage filled in his eyes.

He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall.

His grip was getting tighter.

Sam POV

Well, I officially have a job at a fancy restaurant. At least I know my dad can't kick me out for now!

As I was walking home from my new job I saw something sparkly in mud. I pulled it out. It was a charm bracelet. I wiped off some of the mud. Some of the charms are: the chanel logo, barbie logo, a lipstick. All these girly things. On the inside I saw "Dakota" engraved on it.

This has to be Dakota's bracelet, it has all the stuff that she likes!

I couldn't help but to think it was hers, and actually, her apartment is a block away from here. I'll just drop by and ask. Doesn't hurt to be nice, right?

The door was opened.

She really needs to lock her door more often.

"Dakota?" I said I opening the door more since it was already faintly opened.

I saw a guy holding Dakota by the neck. She looks like she is in pain. Her mascara is runned down showing black lines on her face.

"I'M CALLING THE COPS!"

He let her go and ran out the door right past me. Dakota fell and hit the floor. She stayed there. She didn't put any effort on trying to get up. She just kept crying and crying.

"Dakota? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Thank you." She barely said as she choked on her tears. She was still on the ground, refusing to get up and refusing to look at me. I went down on her level and hugged her, she hugged me back. I pulled off her to see that she was covered in bruises. Her eyes were filled with dejection. One eye was swollen and black and blue, just like her lips. Her nose had a slight blood trail.

Her arms even had bruises on them.

"Please tell me what happened."

Dakota POV

My vision in my left eye is blurred a little. His face seemed familiar, but how horrible am I that I don't even recall his name. I've seen him around somewhere. He seems to genuinely care about me. So I told him everything. Everything from me breaking my heel , to me realizing I'm being cheated on.

I told him he hit me. Not once, not twice but repeatedly.

Kyle seemed to take his anger and frustration out on me. His lies and deceit out on me. I was not someone he loved. I was just being used. Used for my money, used for my apartment, used for his self enjoyment. Cheating on me was already a "slap in the face" but he had to go and literally do it.

I never felt so insecure.

The guy picked up the phone and dialed 911. I guess that is the right thing to do. But does Kyle deserve to go to jail? I don't think so. Maybe this is what I get for being such a horrible girlfriend.

The cops came shortly after and I told them everything. They said they'll be on the look out and they'll let me know right away when they catch him. They asked if I wanted to be sent to the hospital, but I didn't want to go. He didn't break my nose and my vision in my left eye was starting to clear up, I knew I would heal in a few weeks.

I think that Kyle still has the spare key. So tomorrow I'll get my locks changed and tonight I'll just sleep in a hotel. But I really don't want to be alone.

"What is your name?" I felt the need to ask this guy what his name is. For if it wasn't for him, who knows what might have happened.

"My name is Sam, I'm the guy that found your wallet" I remembered.

"I actually came back because I found this in the mud you slipped in" He said handing me my charm bracelet. I smiled.

He got some ice and helped me sooth my swollen face. He told me about himself and about his family that he lives with, and how mean his dad is and how he forced him to get a job.

"Where do you work?" I asked

"I work in a fancy restaurant! As a … "

He did a dramatic drum roll

"Dish Washer!"

I laughed so hard. I couldn't help it. I wasn't laughing at him because he works as a dish washer, but because of the dramatic drum roll, as if he was going to say hes an executive chef.

I asked him if I could spend the night at his house and how I didn't feel safe sleeping alone until my locks are changed, he said it would be fine.