She hears footsteps becoming louder and louder, getting closer to her door. She already knows who it is. She would try to hide somewhere in her room, but she knows it is futile, he will just find her. And her mother is either out or passed out in the living room, so no use going to her for help. So she does the only thing she can do, the only thing she always does, sit on her bed, and wait for the inevitable. She hears her doorknob jiggle, and her door begins to open, slowly revealing the man she is dreading. He closes her door carefully behind him, and walks slowly, tauntingly, to her bed, wearing his smug half grin; he knows exactly what he's getting away with. He leans down to her level, his arms on either side of her on the bed, so close to her she can smell his stench of sweat and old spice. He brushes his cheek on hers to speak in her ear, his facial hair scratching her cheek.

"Remember darling, this is our special secret" he says, his mantra every time this happens. She closes her eyes and waits for this to be over with. He grabs her hand and begins to move it to...

BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP

Riley wakes with a start, and resettles with a groan, closing her eyes and throwing her arm over her face. 'When will I stop having that stupid dream? I can remember that time just fine without reliving it every night…' She rolls over to shut off the annoyance coming from her left and sees more depressing facts flashing in red.

6:30 am MON

'greeaaaatttt'

Half an hour later, she is on her way downstairs, donned in her normal dark and long clothing, her black hair swinging free down her back, and her red ipod headphones in her ears. She quickly clears the empty bottles and still smoldering blunts scattered around her mothers' sleeping form on their kitchen table. Then she leaves for her exciting day at Hachette High School.

Dakota Rosen bolts upright with the surprise of his alarm with immediate regret. He cries out in pain and clutches his torso as he twists and reopens cuts a bruises he procured the night before. He carefully lays himself back down and smacks the snooze button. His stomach and back feel like they're on fire, how could he have forgotten? What had he even done to anger his father this time? He doesn't even remember, the reasons don't mean anything. e He could have crashed the family car or left a fork in the sink. To his alcoholic father, it doesn't matter.

'Dammit, I really do have to move'. He tried to roll himself out of his bed and into a standing position with little to no pain. He was unsuccessful. He walked slowly to his full length mirror to assess the damage. In only his boxers, he could see everything: the purple-ish wads on his legs and stomach, the still fresh cuts on his chest and back, and a couple nasty yellow patches on his sides.

'aw damn, gym is gonna suck today'. He quickly showered, popped a couple of advil to keep the pain at bay, and put on clothing to hide his marks from the curious eyes at school. He grabbed his bag and tied his ipod headphones loosely around his neck for the time being. He slipped out of his room as quietly as humanly possible. Though his father should be passed out hard considering how much beer was on his breath last night, he couldn't help but to be overly conscious. As soon as he closed his front door and was in the safety of the outdoors, he put his headphones in his ears and blasted Escape the Fate, that was his soundtrack as he walked to school.

So there is the first chapter of my first story o. So please review and be honest. good story or no? it would be greatly appreciated ^_^