A Gentle Touch (Sawyer Fredericks Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Violet's POV

I had been sleeping in this barn now for the past two weeks. I'm homeless you see. I'm only 14 years old. I'm not going into details but all I'm going to say is that my parents went on a trip in the clouds and they are never coming back. It's the middle of winter and the barn is warm. All I have with me for warmth is an old winter coat and it's falling apart. Old jeans, a sweatshirt, and a cami. Did I also mention it's a farm in New York? It's a little town called Fultonville. I used to live in the city but the orphanage was awful so I ran away. I've been studying this family for quite some time. I've been watching them. It's a big family. Lots of animals. A Mother and Father. Three sons. Sawyer, Skylar, and Aric. Their dad Carl, and their mom

(A/N I don't know his moms name. If anybody does let me know)

Sawyer is the youngest. Every night I've been falling asleep to his guitar playing. He has a beautiful voice. I try not to cry when he sings the more sad songs though. I've gotten pretty close to being caught in the barn. I need to wake up pretty early so I'm not here when Sawyer comes to feed the cows. His hair is so long. I can't exactly make out his face. I haven't gotten very close. I try to keep my distance from people. It's not that I'm socially awkward or anything. It's just that I've had very bad experiences with people. You would think that the government would close down an abusive orphanage but no. For two years I was stuck their with two outfits, and little to no food. Volunteers rarely came. Those were the good days. Tonight is no different than any other night. I'm sleeping in a barn, a little bed made out of hay. A sack of apples as a pillow. The urge to cut myself is strong. I know that I shouldn't. Everyday has been triggering but I've managed to restrain myself for over six months now. Even though tonight is the same. I had no idea that the morning would not be. I fell asleep having a nightmare. Not knowing I was screaming.