Hey readers, if there are any of you. My first chapter got four reviews, the second three, and the third got two. DON'T MAKE THIS CHAPTER GET ONLY ONE! Please I love writing this, but it seems like no one reads. I will stop even if I don't want to.

ONE WEEK HAS PASSED!

BETH POV (Angela's sister)

Ever since Mom kicked Angela out last week she turned her fury towards me. I was beaten every night until my brain didn't register the pain. I would sit on the ground as she kicked me wondering about everything.

In the beginning I would try and fight back. I would try and show her I wasn't going to sit back and take it. I was a fighter, like my dad.

He didn't let anything stop him except the death of his sister. That tore him apart. He turned to alcohol and made my mother join him. When we lost him to that she burrowed deeper into the oblivion whiskey gave her. She only stopped once when she was pregnant with Brian. Everyone thought she was better, but the moment he popped out she was back on the couch with the bottle.

"Come here you little wench!" Mom cooed in a creepy tone. I whimpered and went to put Emilie and Brian to bed before anything started. When I turned around from tucking Brian in she was there.

Her black eyes were bloodshot and her normally perfect hair looked electrocuted. She came forward and pulled me out of the room by my brown locks. I started screaming knowing that this beating would be the worst. I prayed that Brayden or Jarrod, my neighbors, would hear my pleas and rescue me.

BRAYDEN POV

I was sitting at the dinner table doing the last of my homework when I heard screaming. It sounded like the one time I walked in on our two cats doing stuff. This time it wasn't a cat; it was Beth.

Beth, the pretty petite girl next door. Beth, the brunette with a fiery temper who I thought could withstand anything. This was something she couldn't withstand. I could hear it in her cries. I grabbed my leather jacket and ran out the door.

I knew what abuse felt like. Both of my parents would slap us sometimes, but nothing like Mrs. Bennieto. I could still remember the one time I heard and saw her beating up Angela. She never tried to make it up to them like our parents did. She just drank it away.

I didn't even knock on the front door. I threw it open and dashed up the stairs to where the screams were coming from. In the hall right after the stairs was Beth. She was being pushed back against the wall repeatedly. There was already a huge dent where her head kept banging.

I ran forwards and pulled Mrs. Bennieto off of Beth's petite frame. She gave me a weak smile as I pulled her raging mother into her room to sleep it off. I carefully lay her down on her side incase she puked and went to check on Beth.

She sat on the floor head on her knees softly crying. I dropped down to her height and before I could say anything she kissed me. I tensed up and sat there like a brick for a few seconds before I reacted. Then she broke away smiling.

"I thought that was best moment for the prince to get his kiss." She said as I helped her up and tucked her into bed.

"Don't be afraid to scream again, I'll always come. I'm here for you." I was debating whether or not to add I love you. I just smiled and turned to close her door.

FLY ON,

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R&R, please, if I don't get more I'm stopping. I REALLY don't want to!