My Knight in Shinning Armor

Chapter 1

AN: THIS IS MY FIRST DDLG STORY SO PLEASE DON'T BE RUDE. IF THERE IS SOMETHING I NEED TO CORRECT PLEASE KINDY LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS.

*I'm gonna put a trigger warning here because I think it needs one. So if you are easily triggered please prepare yourself.

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*GABBY'S POV*

*Beep Beep Beep*

Ugh, no five more minutes. *Beep Beep Beep* Ok ok, I'm up. Now where's that damn phone. When I finally found the thing I turn it off. I can finally go back to sleep.

*BANG BANG* “Gabriel get the hell up,” the wicked witch known as my mom screamed while banging on my door. So much for sleep.

“Ok woman dang. Stop beating on the door.”

I got up and went to my bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was nice and hot I stripped and stepped in.

As I was letting the hot water relax my muscles more banging was heard on my door. “Hurry up slut.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH,” I yelled back at my stepfather.

Damn man. I hate his fucking guts man. He beats my mother and brother, drinks, brings home whores, the list goes on. I just still can't believe she married the man who killed my dad.

After washing myself I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked into my closet and grabbed some clothes. I grabbed a pink lace bra and panty set, black shorts, white v neck, and my combat boots.

I got dressed, put my hair in a ponytail, and headed down stairs. I walked in the kitchen to make breakfast for myself. As I was getting the bacon someone pulled me back. I was thrown to the floor.

I looked up to see my mother. “Did i say you could eat today whore,” she sneared down at me.

“I don't give a fuck if you told me I could or not. I'm fucking hungry, I haven't eaten in three days.”

I got up off the floor and continued what I was doing. Ever since she married that piece of shit, she's been treating me like crap. She acts like what happened to my dad and what's happening now is all my fault.

As I'm grabbing the eggs she spins me around and slaps me and I drop the carton to hold my face. “Who do you think you are talking to little girl?”

“No one,” I mummble. “That's what I thought,” she says then walks out the kitchen.

I can't stand it here. Tonight is the night I runaway. I've been saving up money so I can buy my own place. But I can't leave my brother here. What should I... OH I KNOW. I know exactly what to do. I've taken pictures of every cut and bruise he's gotten, I'll call CPS tonight and tell them I have a case of child abuse and that I have proof.

With a plan in mind, I clean up the mess and leave for school. I get in my matte black Range Rover and pull out the drive way. I had to work long and hard to pay for this. As I'm driving to school Taylor Swift's Shake It Off plays on the radio.