A/N: Some random story I started to write.

“Where the fuck have you been,” Steve hollered at me. SHIT, he caught me.

“Err… I-I was j-just w-with s-some friends…” I stared to shake in panic.

“Out with some friends huh,” I could tell that he was drunk by the way he slurred on his words. I could also smell the alcohol strongly even though I was standing two meters away from him.

“And what exactly were you doing with your friends,” I fidgeted with a long strand of blue hair.

“J-just b-band practise,” I couldn’t lie to him because I had my guitar on my back.

“Did you not remember what I told you last time,” he growled at me. He didn’t like me practising with my band because he thought it was a waste of time when I could be cleaning the dirty dishes for him and his drunken friends.

“I-I know a-and I’m s-s-sorry,” I squeaked. I was acting like a complete coward but he’d probably kill me if I fought back.

“S-s-sorry,” he mocked with a disgusting smirk on his face. I just wanted to run out the door right now but I knew he would grab me before I could escape. To my horror he took a large step forward.

“Jacky, Jacky, Jacky, you know I don’t like it when people don’t listen,” he was slowly moving closer, I was now vigorously shaking. He ran his hand through his disgustingly greasy brown hair and then ran his hand down my bare arm. I wanted to slap it right off but I knew that would anger him more.

“There, there Jacklyn darling,” he said in a fake concerned voice. I winced as he dug his nails into my flesh. He then placed his hand on my cheek but then I made the mistake of slapping it away.

“You fucking bitch,” he roared at me. He yanked hold of my black hair and through me against the wall. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my back. I tried to get back up but then he kicked me in stomach so hard I started to have trouble breathing.

“P-please s-stop,” I begged. That was another big mistake as he just laughed and kicked me hard again. He turned around laughing to himself. In pain I forced myself to stand up, the pain was just unbearable. He was a fucking bastard. His head snapped towards me.

“What did you just call me you fucking bitch,” he screeched at me. Oh fuck, I just said that out loud. He then stomped back to me. Oh shit, he was going to kill me. He grabbed my t-shirt so I was yanked towards him.

“You filthy disgusting bitch,” he then punched me in the cheek and shoved me back down. I felt blood drip down my face. He pushed with his food towards the door.

“GET OUT AND DON’T COME BACK TILL YOU’VE LEARNT YOUR LESSON YOU DISGUSTING BRAT,” he yelled so loud that I swore the neighbours must have heard that. I started to attempt to get up but before I could leave he grabbed hold of my electric guitar. Shit, was he going to throw it at me.

“Disgusting piece of trash,” he growled and smashed it down onto the floor. I felt tears start to stream down my face. I had saved up for a year to buy my beautiful black electric guitar and now I watched as he repeatedly smashed it on the ground. Not being able to take it anymore I clutched on to my stomach in pain and hurried out the door.

***

It was midnight and I was cold, in pain and tiered. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Steve, believe it or not was my dad, he had been abusing me since my mom overdosed and died. Yes I had one messed up life but I didn’t have a clue on how to get out of it. If I ran away he would definitely hunt me down and kill me.

I finally reached the park, still clutching onto my stomach, I took a seat on the wet bench. I always came here when Steve kicked me out of the house; it was far better than staying there with him in that torturous house. I started to shiver as I had accidently left my jacket at my best friend Liam’s house. I attempted to put my legs up so I could keep warm but as soon as I lifted one leg up, pain shot through me.

I was such an idiot for thinking that Steve wouldn’t find out that I had practised with my band. I thought I could just sneak in without him noticing but boy was I wrong. Liam or anyone else in that matter doesn’t have a clue about my father beating me up. Even though I always came into school with injuries I was really good at covering them up. I didn’t tell Liam as I knew he would go to the cops and that’s the last thing I wanted.

Liam and the other band members where getting angry that I never went to band practise so being afraid of getting kicked out I decided to risk it today. I should have just got kicked out because now I can never practise again, and that’s for sure.

I stayed in the park for another half an hour before deciding it would be safe to go back. I walked down the road but as I turned the corner I walked smack bang into someone. I started to fall to the ground so I closed my eyes to get ready for the pain but instead of feeling the solid concrete ground I felt an arm around me.

I opened my eyes and stared in shock at the stranger who had caught me. As it was midnight it was really dark so I couldn’t see him properly but there was enough light to see his face. From what I could see, he was incredibly good looking. He had mid- length brown hair tousled across his forehead and his features were perfect. I unfortunately couldn’t make out the colour of his eyes. I could smell leather which was coming from his black leather jacket.

I suddenly realised that I was still in his arms and quickly escaped from them. Oh shit, I forgot that my face was still bleeding, hopefully he couldn’t see it.

“Err… sorry for walking into you, and… thanks for catching me,” I said lamely and then turned to walk away.

“Wait,” he called out. What did he want? I turned to face him but just as I did so a car drove past flashing it’s headlights into my face for a brief second. Unfortunately it was enough for him to see my cheek.

“What happened to your face?” shit what was I going to say.

“Nothing,” I said a bit too quickly.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” why couldn’t he just take my word and walk off.

“Err… I-I just… fell over,” I said lamely. Even though it was dark, it was clear he didn’t believe me.

“That looks like a punch to me and why are you clutching onto your stomach?” I looked down at my hand and quickly let go. The pain started to take over, I leaned down trying to reduce the pain.

“L-like… I… said, j-just… fell over,” I found it hard to talk as I was in too much pain.

“Did someone do this to you,” his voice was full of concern and not fake concern like Steve.

“N-no… I-I’m just… clumsy,” I couldn’t bare the pain any longer, I grasped onto his shoulder but to my surprise he didn’t move away instead he placed his hand on my back.

“Okay, I can see that you’re in a lot if pain so if you don’t want to tell me what happened the least I can do is help you get home,” I was about to protest but then I realised I wouldn’t be able to make it without him so I nodded in defeat.

“You live round here right,” I nodded and pointed an arm in the direction my house was.

To my surprise he took hold of my legs and lifted me up. Okay… what was he doing?

“W-what are y-you doing?” I asked blushing furiously; luckily it was too dark for him to see me.

“What do you think, I’m carrying you home,” he was going to carry me all the way home.

“You don’t have to,” I said even though I knew it would be a lot easier.

“Look, you can’t even stand up let alone walk so just let me carry you. It’ll be my way of saying sorry for bumping into you,” I couldn’t help but smile, he was so sweet. Not that I cared…

“Fine,” I finally said. I saw him grin at me and start walking. I couldn’t believe I was letting a stranger carry me home.

“Err…dude,” I had no idea what his name was.

“Newt,” what was he on about.

“What?” I asked confused.

“My name is Newt short for Newton,” now I get it.

“Cool name,” I told him. Newt was indeed a very different but cool name.

“I know,” he agreed as he continued to walk and looked ahead.

“Newt,” I said and he looked back down at me.

“Yes,” he still had that sexy grin on his face.

“You’re going the wrong way,” I smiled as he stopped and chuckled.

“Well, how was I supposed to know that,” I laughed as he turned around and continued walking in the new direction. We walked in comfortable silence for a while.

“Err… is it Ella,” he said out of the blue. I gave him another confused look.

“You name, did I guess right?” he asked.

“And why would you think I’m an Ella,” I asked suspiciously.

“I’m right aren’t I,” he stated probably because I asked suspiciously.

“Nope,” I smiled looking away.

“Jenny,” he tried again.

“No.”

“Daisy,” where the hell was he coming up with these names from?

“Anna.”

“No.”

“I know, I know, Beverly,” right this guy was weird but then again so was I.

“How did you guess,” I said sarcastically.

“Well, it was midnight blue eyes of yours which gave it away,” he commented on my eyes, I felt a blush again. Thank god for darkness.

“Wow that’s amazing… cause you guessed wrong. It’s Jack,” I told him.

“Jack?” he gave me a weird look.

“Are you a dude?” he asked sarcastically.

“Short for Jacklyn, duh dude,” I hated my full name or Jacky for that matter.

“There was I, thinking I had psychic powers,” he fake sulked.

“Don’t worry I’m sure you’ll find your secret talent soon,” we laughed and talked about some random things whilst walking. I soon realised how tired I was and let out a big yawn.

“What are you doing out so late anyway?” Newt asked me. Oh shit, back to the questions.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I shot back at him.

“I asked first,” he argued.

“I’m the one in pain,” I protested.

“I’m the one carrying you,” ooh that was very true but I wasn’t giving in that easily.

“You first or you’re not gonna get a single word out of me,” I smirked at him.

“You’re annoying,” he whined.

“I know, so tell me Newton, why aren’t at home tucked up in bed?” he gave in, result.

“I’ve never seen you round here so I’m guessing you don’t live here,” I added.

“Nah I was visiting my brother,” that’s it, nothing as big as a murder.

“What, you expecting a murder or something,” it’s like he read my mind.

“Nah, just thought your life was a little more interesting,” that annoyed him.

“Hey, my life’s interesting, what’s your answer then miss my life’s more interesting than yours,” great now what was I going to say. I looked away and to my luck I realised we had arrived at my house.

“This is my house,” I told him changing the subject. The lights were off so that was a good sign. I watched him stare at my small ordinary house.

“Cool house,” he randomly said. We kind of just stood their for a minute, me still in his arms. I wanted to hang out with him for longer and I think he did too.

“Err… Newt,” I said awkwardly.

“Yea,” he said gazing into a random spot.

“You can put me down now,” his eyes snapped back to me.

“Oh yea,” he carefully helped me stand up so I wouldn’t get hurt. Thankfully my stomach didn’t hurt so much now. We stood facing each other in an awkward silence.

“Well… thanks for carrying me,” I said as I began to turn.

“Jack-” I spun right round. He was looking down at his feet awkwardly.

“Err… I’ll see you around,” I watched as he walked away, that was probably the last time I would see him considering he was only visiting.

I crept into the house; luckily Steve was already passed out on the sofa so I successfully made it to my room. I lay down on my bed and thought. Tomorrow was just going to be like any other day, more beatings and then work straight after school. Yes, I had to work to pay the bills because Steve is too busy getting drunk every night.

I felt a tear drop down my cheek; I just couldn’t take this life any longer. I walked over to my cupboard and opened it. I stared at the load of money I was saving up. I was saving up for running away even though I knew I would never do it. I really wish I had the gut to though.

I went to stand in front of the mirror. I gasped at the sight of myself. My waste length black hair, which had streaks of dark blue in it, was in a tangled mess from Steve’s pulling. I had huge bags under my eyes but what was worse was I had a massive gash on my cheek, which now had dried up blood on it. Thank god Newt couldn’t see me properly. I nervously lifted up my t-shirt to stare in horror at the massive dark purple bruises. I couldn’t look at myself anymore. I kicked off my converses and sat back on my bed.

I looked around my room, there was hardly much in here as I had no life other than work and school because of Steve. I spotted a blonde wig that brought back memories. It was when Liam had come in dressed as a woman with a blonde wig just to cheer me up after we had a huge fight. It was funniest thing I had ever seen. That was one of the reasons why I loved Liam. I laughed to my self but the stopped.

What if I ran away but as a completely different person? I grabbed the wig and wondered over to the mirror. I tied my long black hair into a bun, clipped back my fringe and placed the blonde wig onto my head. I stared at myself for a long hard minute. The blonde wig reached my shoulders and it had a fringe which covered my black eyebrows. It was perfect, I actually looked a lot different, of course if Steve came close to me he would figure it out but other than that I don’t see how he would find me. If I got some green contacts it would be even better. I had enough money to find a place to rent and I could change my name and everything.

What if it didn’t work though, it sounded ridiculous anyway, disguising myself. I though for another minute and then made up my mind. I grabbed hold of my money. I couldn’t believe I was saying this but I was really going to run away.

A/N: WHAT D'YA THINK. Please tell me if you want me to continue or not.

If I do the next chapter will be as her new "blonde" self starting her new school and a certain someone will be there but a bit different than what she expected.