Broken and Bruised

Chapter 1 (Rosie's pov)

Intro

Flashback

* 12 years ago

"Mommy! Daddy! Come and find me!"

Mommy, Daddy, and I were playing hide and seek. I was hiding they were seeking. I was winning because I've been hiding for about an hour. Normally they found me really fast, but not this time.

Thats when I heard the scream. It sounded like Mommy. Then again, and I knew it was her. So I ran from behind the tree, up the hill, and into the back yard. I see Daddy standing there with a panicked look on his face and Mommy on the ground bleeding. He looks over at me and then he tells me to run, never look back no matter what. I start running and I hear a gun shot. I never did looked back.

Chapter 1

My name is Charlotte Jackson. But I was told by my dad to never use it, or tell anybody so I made up a new name. Rosie Johnson. So anyway, I'm 17 and am a junior at Washington high in Atlantic City New Jersey. I stand at an average hight of am tallish, have long golden-brown hair,

green-brown eyes, am very athletic, and I have know idea who my parents actually were. They both died when I was 5.

I also have an ex boyfriend named Eric, we've been apart for 6 months or so. Eric's tall with short black curly hair,and dark brown eyes. He's also skinny and athletic. He's 17 too.

Eric and I were as happy as two people could possibly be. But one day I walked into his house to see him making out with the school slut Mia, and he totally lashed out on me. Punching and kicking me, almost killing me until his now ex-best friend, Jason, saved me. Eric ended up running away with Mia and they haven't been seen since.

After that incident I decided that I needed to run again. I was becoming to vulnerable and open. It would be harder to do this time because now I'm leaving a group if really great friends and the guy who I like. I was going to run that night, get away from everything and go someplace I knew was safe, Alaska. Nobody would look there so it's the perfect place.

Before I ran I dyed my hair black, put in black contacts to hide my distinctive green ones, put on a black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, and black combat boots. I got a bag and pact it with money, clothes, food, and water. I got onto my motorcycle and started toward my new life.

By the way this is my first story, if you don't like it just tell me I don't care. also if you want me to read your stories tell me. and all these characters are real people. also I got the idea of this story from a dream lol.