Abuse?....

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Adrian's P.O.V:

The next morning Tim woke me up and we walked downstairs, he made breakfast a simple eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, oh and don't forget the cheesecake :3.  We talked and got to know each other more, we had a few things in common like; music, outdoors/nature, movies, etc... "Hey, so when do u need to go home?" Tim asked, my eyes widened. I ran upstairs got my shoes and ran back down to answer his question, "a-actually I've got to go now.." I laughed a little nervously which made him wonder a bit. "Alright, I'll drive you" he offered and I took his offer gratefully, I hugged him which caused him to blush, but I didn't notice. He put his keys in the sink and we walked outside to his pickup truck, I got in the passenger seat and he got in the driver (well duh, of course :T ) I gave him the directions to my house and soon enough we were there, except... My father was standing outside with the door wide open. I could tell.. He was drunk, my eyes widened in fear. Tim seemed to notice and ask me if I'll be ok, I only nodded and stepped out of the car. "Where the hell have you been!" He yelled, I looked away towards Tim who sat there in shock. "Get your ass inside and clean, I've got someone special coming over in a bit and I want that damn house spotless before I get back..." He yelled but his tone got lower at the end of his sentence, "and you..." He looked at Tim, "get your truck and your ass out of my yard!" He demanded. I decided if I went ahead inside I could get out without any injury but knowing my luck I wouldn't. I was about to walk past my father until he grabbed my wrist and slapped me, I fell backwards whimpering and holding my cheek. It felt like a thousand pin needles were stabbing me. Tim was gone by now. I stood up and walked inside and cleaned, I went to my room and shut the door and locked it and fell asleep on my bed.

Tim's P.O.V:

I felt bad for Adrian so instead of potentially get her more hurt I left and went on home feeling bad for her, when I got there I made myself dinner and then I wondered if she even got food to eat at night, did she go to bed at night starving? I couldn't help but worry.

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