Hello there! Sorry for taking a while to update, I really didn't like this chapter. I am not super satisfied with how it turned out, but it is almost three in the morning and i am in that weird tired zone where nothing feels real? I already started on the next chapter and i hope I can get it up by next weekend. It will be better than this. This is shabby and I am not pleased with it, but oh well. Here it is anyway. I am sorry for this chapter in advance. Thanks for reading and I still would love some feedback on how to improve. ALSO! Thank you to those who have reviewed on the previous chapters! I really appreciated that. Thank you for reading and I hope that you don't stop reading this for how shabby and awful this chapter was.

Chapter three: Her.

~Marshall's Point of View~

Her. This girl. Glob, I can't even describe what I felt when I saw her. I wanted to get to know her instantly for some reason. I wanted to know why she was at some greasy old run down truck stop diner at five in the morning. She had these really beat up looking clothes on and her pants were ripped in the left knee area. She had gashes on her legs, her hands were scraped up, and her face was black and blue. She looked like she was in some major pain and it was obvious she wasn't just on a leisure walk just stopping by to get some breakfast. It looked like she was running from someone.

When she sat down at the front of the restaurant I kept telling myself to walk over there and talk to her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. She seemed like she needed her space because it was obvious she had a hell of a start to her day. After the waitress with the red hair and ruby lips took her order some disgusting man came up to her and started to harass her. No one else around cared that some weirdo was about to take a young woman into his nasty truck and drive off with her, no one else but me. When he touched her after she already shook him off the first time, that was it. I had to help her. After I threw the creep out of the diner, I looked over at her and she was staring at me. My face heated up, which was odd for me. Even with all of her bruises and cuts she was gorgeous and it felt like I was going to melt like a popsicle right then and there. I walked over to her and her eyes were huge and wide, but it seemed like she was just trying to understand something. After talking to her for a bit I started to ask her about her cuts and bruises, but at first she only really said she was a klutz. That was until I saw her arms and it looked like someone had burned her with something. Then she finally caved and told me the truth about it being her foster parent all along. God, I wanted to just punch the guy who could hurt a woman like that.

I was burning on the inside, and I wanted to ask her more questions just to know her whole story, but before I had the chance the waitress came back with her food. For her coffee and toast it was $5.78. I tried to pay for it but we ended up having a duel to pay for her food, I eventually won and she couldn't find another loophole. She got up to leave, but I wanted to know more about her. Plus the girl didn't even finish half her breakfast, so I used that as an excuse to get her to stay. I wrapped my hand around hers and pulled her back to the table gently. Her hands were cold in her fingers from being outside for a while and yet they were warm on her palm from holding her coffee. After she shook off my hand from hers I just wanted to hold it again to just bring warmth throughout her whole entire hand, or at least that's why I told myself I wanted to.

She reluctantly came back to finish her breakfast; it was quiet for a bit and I was kind of staring at her all of these things were running through my mind. How bad is she hurt? Is this Sam guy after her? Does she have anywhere to go? Where are her actual parents? Plus other things of that nature. She caught me staring and asked me if there was something on her face, so I came up with a solid lie that I was staring at the toast that she wasn't eating. Then she asks me if I wanted the other piece and the thing is that you could say I wasn't a big breakfast person, so I told her that she'd be starving later if she didn't eat it all. She promptly asked me when I'd eat and I attempted to pull off saying that I was a big boy, knowing how much of a hypocrite I sounded like. She knew it too and took offense to this, not like I didn't expect her to, it's just I had to hide my smirk because she was really cute when she was angry.

She asked me what my deal was, and that's when my facade broke for a moment. I faltered in coming up with a witty reply, which is rare, so I decided to lay my cards out on the table that she seemed pretty interesting. I was instantly self conscious of everything I was saying to her and I must have sounded like such a retarded creep. She in turn left after thanking me for thinking she was interesting, not in some petty way, but I think she really meant it because she said herself that she wasn't. A lie. She blew my mind without even attempting a solid conversation and I just wanted to keep talking to her.

So now I am just standing here in the middle of this shitty ass dinner watching her walk down the street from the window. I just came here to take a break from the constant driving. I hated driving. It took too long. I hated to fly, it takes too much strain just to get through the place let alone get in the flying death trap… I was pulled out my thoughts when the little radio from the kitchen started buzzing loud and a male's voice came on: "Severe Weather Warning is active for your area." BEEP. BEEP. "A severe snowstorm is headed in your area's direction. We advise everyone to get indoors and stay off the roads."

I look over at Fiona who was walking down the side of the road, shoving her hands in her pockets to get warm with her hood up on her jacket. I watched as her figure started to get smaller and smaller in the distance as the snow started coming down thicker and thicker. Soon I couldn't see her at all. There has to be something I can do to at least help her in some way, she wasn't safe with all of her obvious injuries who even knows how bad she was hurt internally either…

"Hey! Kid! Where are you running off to?! Didn't you just hear the radio?!" The ruby lipped waitress called out to me as I burst outside and got in my Chevy pickup truck, coaxing the engine to life and speeding down the road.

I had to find her.

After a good ten minutes of driving at a crawl and looking out my side window, I found her.

"Are you crazy! You're going to freeze. Get the hell in the truck Fiona!"