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"Why do you want to know where I am all the time?!" Rick yelled at the top of his voice to my mom. He had just come in at 2 in the morning, drunk and irritated. He was holding a can of beer from the fridge and smashed it down on the table, spilling some of its contents.

"I need to know that you're safe Rick! I mean, for all I know, you could be beaten up somewhere because you got too drunk and into a fight. I worry about you!" Mom defended herself and threw the kitchen towel she was using to clean the dishes on the counter in frustration and her voice began to get shaky, like she was going to cry. I wanted to go and hug her, but I knew Rick would yell at me. So I simply stayed by the stairs undetected and watched as he started to rage with anger.

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself, you need to show me some more respect!"

They screamed and yelled and hurled insults at each other like there was no tomorrow. Covering my ears and putting my head down, I tried imagining life without all the conflict and arguing. Suddenly, there was a large thud, and then silence.

Looking up and uncovering my ears, I saw my mom holding her cheek in pain and Rick breathing heavily with his fists clenched tight. Grabbing his beer he turned towards the stairs but stopped as he saw me. His rage grew stronger and his jaw clenched. Rapidly, he swung his arm to my face and-

"Hannah!" a familiar voice rang through my ears as my eyes opened to see the dirty ceiling of a comforting home. A well-known face popped up, looking worriedly at me. It was Bobby. "Are you okay Hannah?"

I turned to see the rest of the dusty cluttered furniture in his living room and that I was laid on his couch. Two other men were there, stood leaning against the walls observing me, whilst Bobby looked at me confusingly, trying to get my attention. Sitting up, I felt my head throbbing from where I'd hit it and rubbed it with my hand, feeling my drenched hair. "Hannah! Talk to me!" Bobby raised his voice slightly, startling me.

I wasn't sure why I was even there at first, but then remembered what had happened. "My mom." I stuttered while my voice trembled, "She's dead." Bobby's eyes widened in pure horror, not believing what I'd said, after all, why trust the girl that just arrived at your house, dripping wet, hit her head and started saying crap like that? "Rick did it." My bottom lip started quivering and tears started forming in my eyes.

"What?" Bobby was stunned, "Rick killed her?" He asked quietly.

I nodded, "With a knife, then he just left her there!" I started to cry hysterically, trying to tell him through my sobs and tears. "He just left her there to die! I went over to her and held her hand, and, then she died." I doubted he could barely understand me but all he did was bring me into a hug.

I never imagined Bobby to be the hugging type; he was never open or emotional. But he just knew how to make me feel better when I needed it.

He released me and looked straight into my eyes and said sternly, "Where's Rick?"

"He was in the house when I left." I sniffed and wiped the tears from my cheeks. The smaller of the two men handed me a box of tissues and smiled sympathetically. Bobby got up quickly and started striding towards the door. "Don't go over there Bobby!" I yelled after him.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to me, "He deserves to die after all of the crap he's put you through Hannah, I can't just sit by and watch him act as if nothing's happened." He tried explaining himself.

I shook my head and was about to try to reason with Bobby, but was interrupted by the sirens of an ambulance. "Look," I started, "The ambulance is already there, which means the cops will be here soon. If they realise that I have no family left, they'll send me to some home or something. I can't go somewhere else like that Bobby, I just can't." I must have sounded so desperate, but I needed to say it.

Bobby sighed and walked over to me again, "Then where are you gonna go?"

I licked my lips as I thought, "I don't know, I'll just go off by myself then!"

Bobby sniggered, "A 13 year old girl can't go off by herself." He swallowed and then looked at me in deep thought, "I guess you'll have to stay with me then." He half smiled at me and then looked at the two men who were frowning back at him. "Can I just have one minute with these two Hannah?" He gestured to them and I nodded while grabbing another tissue. Bobby stood up and walked into the kitchen with the two men who seemed extremely against the idea.

Me however, I was elated with the offer; Bobby was the closest thing to a father I'd ever had and was the only one who knew my past and troubles. He was the only person who really knew me. The conversation in the kitchen wasn't going to well. I overheard a few of the things they said. "How are you gonna look after a little girl Bobby?" and "We're hunters, not babysitters." And "How do you even know her?" With that Bobby came back over to the couch and told me with a smile on his face, "You can stay with me."

"Are you sure Bobby?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

He nodded generously and then pointed to the two men. "I'd like you to meet Sam and Dean," Then he turned to them, "Sam and Dean, this is Hannah." We exchanged looks and then looked at Bobby. "So, Hannah, do you want to tell me what happened?"

Time was of the essence. I had to get away from there as soon as possible; if the police found out I wasn't there, they'd have to start looking around the neighbourhood for me. "As much as I love story time and all that, I need to get out of here Bobby." I tried explaining, standing up from the couch and losing balance for a second.

"You're right." Bobby glanced at Sam and Dean, "Will you take her somewhere for a couple of days?" he asked them.

Dean opened his mouth as if to say something against the idea but was interrupted by Sam, "Sure, we'll find a motel somewhere." He smiled at me, trying to reassure me that everything would be okay, but it was a lot more complicated than that.

"Thank you!" Apart from the tear marks and the red puffy eyes, my face lightened up, maybe this would work after all…