Alex's POV.
I ran, as fast as I could. I went to the first place I thought of, the lot. I could hear his foot steps pounding on the pavement behind me. Running faster I eventually came to the lot and hid behind a tree. His heavy breaths were getting louder.
You guys are probably curious who this is. Well it's my father. He abuses me every day. My mom left him a few years ago and took my younger brother with her. You may ask why I'm not with her, it's because he wanted me.
He rounded the tree and smirked at me. I covered my face with my hands and waited for the beating I was going to get. I felt an impact on my face it boy did it sting. He started kicking, punching, slapping, and was yelling calling me every name in the book. "You're a ugly, worthless, fat, disgusting, and disgrace of a daughter. Why don't you just die already!" he yelled in my face.
I opened my hands and saw him raise his fist getting ready to hit me again. I closed my hands waiting for the Impact but it never came.
I looked up and saw him getting beat up by the one and only...Dallas Winston. I was shocked that he would help me.
Dallas gave him one last hit and he was out. He looked at me and moved toward me. I flinched thinking he would hit me. For a moment I saw a flash of concern in his eyes but it was gone in a second. He picked me up. "It's okay you're safe now" his voice fading as darkness took over me.
(A/N: hey sorry that it is short but tell me what you think!😁)
