You Were Right

Prologue

Y/N's Backstory......

When I was 6 my mother left me, my father, and my older brother. After that my father never let me go to school again. Weird right? My brother, Liam, was 9 at the time and after my father had gone to sleep at night he would teach me the things I needed to know like math, reading, and writing. Just because I didn't go to school doesn't mean I'm stupid now, to be fair I consider myself to be quiet smart! Anyways, my father would abuse me every day because when my mom left he became an alcoholic and that took a toll on him. He did despise my brother but not like he did me. He would beat me leaving bruises everywhere and he occasionally cut me leaving gashes and now a days scars. He never liked me, at least not after my mom left. 

7 years later when my brother got a drivers license he had gotten himself in a fatal car accident. I was devastated because he was the only one I had left. (I was 13 at the time if you did the math.) So my brother died... What was I suppose to do? I had nothing left in my life worth living. This was than the time I started to cut myself, I did it about once a week. My abuse from my father only got worse, leaving worse bruises and more cuts.

3 years later I was fed up with living with him and the stench of alcohol even though he did start cutting back a bit the abuse was just the same if not worse. As I was saying 3 years later, age 16, I packed my bags and left. My dad, to be fair was happy that I was leaving. He watched walk out the door with my stuff as I said "I am never coming back." 

His response was, "Good riddance darling!"

I continued walking to the bus stop only to catch a ride the LA. The location I live now in a crappy apartment. Though my career did follow something I was always interested in, art. I had become a tattoo artist, and to be honest it wasn't a hard job to get. I guess I get decent pay, I mean not the average but just enough for me to get by and a nice thing her or there. At the moment I am 23 years old and have no friends. I only had one boyfriend since I have gotten out and even though he is my ex he still likes to come back and abuse me just like he did in our relationship. Though he was only half as bad as my father, I still got tired of it and decided to move to a slightly nicer place a couple blocks down. Now that we are caught up with each other (even though it's yourself) let's get moving on with the story.

[A/N] Thanks so much for reading this chapter and I can't wait to see your responses! It is my first fanfic so please understand any parts that really suck which will probably be the whole thing. I'm sorry if this is short but I will update #soon. Keep livin your awesome lives! <3