Four years passed and not a day passed without my father abusing me. I know usually you'd think when your mother dies your father would comfort you...not me. He blamed me for letting my mom leave without me so from then on I was hit, slapped, punched, kicked, starved, and many more things to go on....things began to change when I met a boy. I was walking home from school when I ran into someone I fell on the ground their shadow covered me. Oh no I'm going to get hit again I thought to myself "Are you alright?" A soft voice asked me I looked up to see a boy with strawberry blonde hair with one brown and one blue eye "Uhm sorry for knocking you over...I'm Otis.." "As in Otis Doran the prince?" I asked jokingly laughing "Yes actually.." He blushed slightly embarrassed and so did I I was joking "Oh..Uhm m-my apologies I stuttered "Idiot! Oh not you Uhm I mean!" He laughed a little "I gotta go!" I quickly ran off "Bye random girl I don't know!" He waved I didn't bother to say Hi back I just kept running.
