Sad, Beautiful, and Tragic - A Taylor Swift FanFiction

Yeah, my name's Cherie. I hate my name just as much as I hate my life.

My father hates me, he abuses me, he treats me like he treats everything else: with no shame. I even have scars from him. Yeah, I hate him too.

So once I decided that I had enough, I ran away. Left. With only ten dollars in my pocket and a few pairs of clothes, I fled the coop.

It's a good thing I found my mom's old high school friend, Taylor, otherwise I'd be dead. 

Oh, and did I mention that she's apparently some really big artist in the music scene?

Well...she is. So.