The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 1

My pen quickly scrawled over the paper in front of me. I didn't really try to think about what I was writing. In fact, I tried very hard not to think about what I was writing.

But I was done. I couldn't live this way anymore. I had turned 18 last week, a day after graduating high school, and I had to get of this toxic house.

Even though it killed me to say goodbye, it was best for everyone this way.

I had pre-loaded my car with my possessions earlier in the day, and now all I had to do was seal the letter.

And leave my family.

"Like ripping a band-aid off.." I muttered to myself.

I grabbed my keys, not looking back at the room where I had hidden away so many days and nights.

As I passed the dining room, I placed my letter on the table. My parents would find it when they got home from work this evening. Before I could dwell on the twinge of pain, I walked out the door.

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I had been driving for hours. My legs were cramped, my head was pounding, and I'm pretty sure I had developed scoliosis. Not to mention the fact that I hadn't eaten anything since an apple this morning.

Checking the dash, I saw that it was now thirty minutes after six. I checked the seemingly empty horizon for any place that possibly served food.

I drove for fifteen more minutes before I came upon a little building in the middle of nowhere. It was a little sketchy looking on the outside, and if it weren't for the hole developing in my stomach and my lack of any other options I might have driven on by.

But instead I pulled into the crowded parking lot.

I locked the car doors before entering the building. And I automatically did a double take.

The bass was pumping throughout the building. Strobe lights threatened to ruin what little sanity I had left after that drive. The large dance floor was packed with people.

I looked at the skinny jean, hoodie ensemble I wore and back to the scantily clad girls grinding on everyone.

I would have turned around, had the delicious aroma of fries not invaded my senses.

I made my way to the bar where people sat with their orders. I asked for fries and a burger before feeling a light tap on my shoulder. I turned, coming face to face with a beautiful guy.

"Hi there." He smirked at me. His dark, golden brown eyes were running up and down my body, an automatic strike on his part.

"Yes?" I sharply replied, making my annoyance known.

"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to offend you. You're just so hot my eyes couldn't help but wander."

My glare was all the response I gave him as I turned to my now arriving food.

Before I could take a bite though, my wrist was grabbed by the pushy guy beside me.

"My name is Zayn, baby. And you should really refrain from giving me anymore looks like that. I like em feisty, not bitchy." His mouth grazed my ear as he spoke. His breath reeked of alcohol and his hand tightly gripped my knee.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." I growled through my teeth. I tried to pry his creeping hand from my thigh, but it wouldn't budge.

He grabbed around my arm and yanked me off my stool. I kicked and smacked at him as he took me out of the building.

He pressed my body between his and the brick of the building.

"Let me go." I spat at him.

"I don't think so baby." His hand came to pet my cheek. It was sweaty and made me gag to think about what was happening.

Just as his hand brushed down my collarbone, and I prepared to scream my lungs out, his body was no longer pressed to mine.

There was someone on top of the pervert Zayn. Throwing punches, one after another, in each others faces, it quickly became evident the new guy had the upper hand.

His frame was longer and he fought with precision rather than drunken defense.

Instead of sticking around to watch the brawl, I turned and ran to my car. I got in and quickly locked the doors. As I caught my breath, the severity of that situation hit me, and I started to cry into my hands.

I had been away from home literally less than a day and I had managed to almost be raped by a drunk in a club.

As the tears kept coming, I jumped when there were three quick knocks on my window.

I looked to find the tall boy from the ally. He was bent over so that his face was staring at mine through the glass. He motioned for me to roll down my window. After hesitating for a moment, I wiped my eyes and rolled the window down halfway.

"Hello." His voice was raspy and upon further inspection I noticed his lip was cracked and bleeding, and his cheek was swollen and bruising. Those were the extent of his visible injuries though.

"My name's Harry." He smiled at me.

I just stared.

"Now is the socially accepted time to tell me what your name is.." He chuckled.

I still couldn't get words to form for some unknown reason.

"Could I... Sit?" He motioned to the passenger seat.

Before I could think about it, I unlocked my car.

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