Chapter One

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Kirsten's P.O.V

Well me and Aiden will officially be together for 6 months in two days. Our relationship has always been something i've wanted. Ever sense I was younger my father abused me. I never told my mom, I could never do that too her. I was in an abusive relationship before Aiden with a man named Kaden. Kaden and me started out good, but then every little thing I did upset him, and he would abuse me. I finally told my mom  about it, but never to this day have I told her about my dad.. He still does it. I'm only sixteen, so I can't move out, even though I want too. He only abuses me when no one's home. He's never once layed a hand on my mom or siblings. Me and my mom were going to go to the store to buy Aiden's present. He's been wanting this guitar, and headset for awhile now. Me and my mom went to the music store to pick it up. On the way home we bought a vace, some sticks, tape, and candy so I could make him a candy bouquet. My mom told me after we got home, she would leave for work, which left me alone with my dad. My brother and sister were both at their soccer tournament. I decided to invite Jamie over, because there was no way my dad could hurt me then. As Jamie came over we went into my room, and she helped me with his present. My dad came stubbling up the stairs, as we broke open my door. "KIRSTEN MAR-" He stopped himself as he noticed Jamie sitting on the floor. His eyebrows furrowed as he slammed the door shut and walked down the hall. My mom wasn't going to be back all night, and I knew for sure that Jamie was leaving soon. "Hey Kirsten.. Can I spend the night tonight? My mom and dad are busy tomorrow." She said a little un-willingly. I called my mom and she said it was fine. Her mom brought her stuff over, and Jamie came back upstairs. "Kirsten there is no way you are staying here alone on a thursday night with your dad. After witnessing him starting to yell at you for no reason, then stopping cause I was around concerned me. You need to tell your mom or I will." she said with a saddened but angered tone.

Jamie's P.O.V

Kirsten has been abused by her dad for as long as she lived. She just told me this year. I haven't noticed any wounds on her face, but she has showed me others that are hidden. I decided that tonight I was going to stay with her, and she was going to tell her mom about her dad. There is no way i'm leaving untill her mom knows. It was around 10 o'clock when her mom came in the door. Kirsten knew what she had to do. We walked downstairs and went into the living room as she sat down on the couch. "Hey mom.. Can we talk.." Kirsten said shyly. "Of course honey!" Her mom replied as she out her coffee on the wooden table in front of her. "Dad.. He abuses me.." She said as she started bawling her eyes out. I was in the other room at the time, and I rushed over giving her hugs. Her mom sat there with a blank expression just thinking how can this happen to her own child. Her mom started tearing up, and I went over to her side and gave her a hug as well. "Ma this is why I wanted to stay here." I told her mom, whom I've always called ma. After the tears were drained her mom asked to see any bruises she may have. There was a bruise that looked similar to a handprint, and one the size of a footprint. Her mom decided to call the police. I knew I was going to have to talk to them because I knew about it, and I know Kirsten would need my support with it. After we would talk to the police though.. We would have to tell Aiden. Our moms both agreed they were keeping us away from school on a Friday. My mom understood the situation ,and my mom knew I was probably going to ditch school anyway. As the police came through the door, Kirsten kept crying. A police man took both of us outside for questioning. I never experinced being abused by a parent, but many relationships I was abused. I totally understood how Kirsten felt. After questioning her dad was taken to prision. The rest of the night we all sat there blankly thinking of what just occured 20 minutes ago.

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