Daddy, please.

Moving in :*

"Why'd he hit you?" He asked, soothingly rubbing circles with his thumb on my back. At first, I was really hesitant. How could I trust a guy I just met with my tearfilled, punch-me-anytime-you-want, past. How do I know he isnt going to go and tell people?

I take in a deep breathe of air and slowly exhale it out my nose, most likely looking like a huffing, puffing idiot. Reluctantly, and after sitting in silence for a few minutes, I tell him.

"He thinks it's funny" I let out. What is he going to think of me now? Hes gonna think i'm some freak with an abusive, drunk dad.

Thats when I decided something. No matter how close I got to this kid, I would never tell him anything more about my past. Surprisingly, I actually cared about what he thought of me.. "Why'd he hit you?" He asked again, slowly, as if a million things were running through his mind at that point in time.

"Its what he always does." I mumbled, looking down at the Superman quilt beneath me, too embarrassed to look at the horrified look that must be occupying his perfect face at the moment.

"When did it start?" He asked, wrapping a protective and comforting arm around me.

"Six years ago. When my mom left." I mumbled, trying to hold the tears back. I took in a few deep breathes to steady my breathing and swallowed the large lump in my throat.

"You can't go back there." He said, tightening his grip around my waist and I winced slightly at the pressure he was putting on my still bruised hip. He loosened his grip slightly, but kept his arm in the same place. "Sorry."

"It's okay." I mumbled. "And I don't have anywhere else to go." I grumbled as the realization hit me. All these years I'd been hoping someone would hear and come to my rescue, but then where would I go? A foster home? An orphanage? I don't think so.

"You can stay here. There's a guest room across the hall, this place can get lonely at times." He told me with a small, hopeful smile.

I sat there thinking for a minute. Would It really be a good idea for me to move in with him? I mean, he is really sweet, but what if dad comes after me? He could get hurt. What if I fall for him? Then I'd probably end up getting hurt. But then again, he doesn't seem like the type of guy to hurt me, and he is giving me an adorable puppy dog face right now so I can't really say no, can I?

"Fine." I give in, drooping my shoulders. "But I need to get my stuff. He's probably knocked out still so we should be fine." I say, starting to stand up.

"You've been out for a few hours. He might've woken up by now." He said, grabbing my wrist to prevent me from going anywhere.

"Yes, but he was also drunk off his ass, meaning he's probably still laying unconscious at the park." I stated, knowing how much my dad usually drinks, he'll be out for a while.

"Okay. Then let's go." He said lightly, grabbing my small hand in his much larger one and intertwining out fingers. Holy bejesus, his hands are huge!

Ten minutes later we were walking up the steps of the horrific place I had called home since I was brought home as a petite little baby. I quickly threw the door open and raced up the stairs, wanting to get out of the alcohol reeking, bad-dream inducing house as quickly as possible. Alex followed closely behind while I gathered all of my belongs into six boxes. Not gonna lie, for someone in my situation, I had a lot of freaking clothes!

Once I had everything packed away and there wasn't a trace of me left aside from the scratch marks across the floors or the dents in the walls, we left.

At that moment, it wasn't just the house I was leaving behind. It was also my dad, and my mom, and the memories that I'm sure would haunt me for the rest of my life, but I would sure as hell do my best to not let them affect my life. I already almost lost Alex once, I wasn't going to lose him again after what he's done for me.

It's official... He's a keeper.

"Come on," Alex said, guiding me up the carpeted stairs and opening the door across the hall from his room, plopping a few boxes on the floor while I did the same with the rest. "This is your new room." He said with a bright smile, sitting down on the bed.

"Thank you, so so much." I said, feeling the tears start brimming my eyes. It felt good to actually know that someone cared about me, even if I barely knew them.

"C'mere," he motioned me over to the bed beside him and instantly enveloped me in his well built arms. "Don't worry about it, okay? If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here. Got it?" He pulled away slightly to look into my eyes. I gave a weak nod and he smiled brightly at me. "Why don't you have a shower? You'll probably feel better." He stood up from the bed and walked out into the hall, returning with a fluffy white towel in hand.

"Thanks." I mumbled, throwing open the box with my shorts and sports bras and grabbing out what I needed. I silently walked into the attached bathroom and shut the door behind myself, locking it.

The bathroom was amazing.

The tiles were a frenzy of dark and light browns, while the walls were painted a subtle beige color. Boring right? Nah, it actually pulled the look together. There was a toilet and a sink along the right side of the wall, and on the left there was a large bath tub along with a shower head.

I turned the water on, making sure it was at the perfect temperature before I pealed my clothes off and hopped in.

I let the water envelope me and wash away my worries of today. Everything that happened can just go down the drain with the dirty water because I'm done caring about it. I washed my hair in the cheap strawberry scented shampoo I brought with me, then lathered my body in my vanilla body wash, washing away the feel of his filthy hands on my skin. I winced as I went over my ribs, momentarily forgetting about the beating I received before coming here.. And it was all because I got a ride home. How pathetic.

Checking to make sure there was no soap left anywhere on my body, I turned the water off and hopped out of the shower, immediately beginning to shiver from the cold air. I pulled the fluffy towel around my body and began to dry myself, suddenly feeling really drowsy.

I quickly dried myself and threw on my booty shorts, along with the pink sports bra I grabbed, but not before I put on a pair of rainbow Victorias Secret underwear.

"Took ya long enough." Alex winked as I walked out of the bathroom and back into my new room. I figured he would have left while I was gone, guess not.

"Oh hush." I teased, throwing my dirty clothes in the corner and deciding I would deal with them tomorrow, too tired to function properly anymore.

I crawled around Alex on the bed and lay on the covers, too hot to get under them.

"Goodnight, beautiful." Alex said, kissing my forehead before getting up to leave. I panicked, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Don't leave me." I begged. He smiled softly before taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. Normally I would've freaked out, but with the view I had at the moment, how could I? He climbed onto the bed beside me, making sure to keep his distance. I scooted over a bit and rested my head on his shoulder. In answer to my actions, he wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled my body a bit closer to his.

After that, I drifted off to a peaceful sleep, which rarely happened.