Don't Hurt Me

A/N: this is my first bit of writing that I'm actually sharing with people...yea, anyway please tell me what you think :) WARNING: SOME PARTS MAY BE PRETTY GRAPHIC, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT

Noah is your average teenage boy, right? Wrong. He has lived a life of pain and misery. His body is covered in so many cuts and bruises that may never heal. He is a china doll that has been dropped one too many times. Honestly, Noah Waters is broken. 

Sadie Patterson grew up with a loving family, in her family's house in the country side of Illinois. But on August 23 an accident occurred, and only Sadie survived. Now she's bouncing around from foster home to foster home. She can no longer stand the sunshine, or the almost torturing sound of laughter. Everyday she punishes herself and others. She is an angel who has lost her wings.

Sadie and Noah are both damaged. But maybe together they can heal each other's wounds and remember what makes life worth living.

Noah's pov

"Daddy stop! Please, you're hurting me!" I scream and cry as my father pins me onto the ground. He pins my arms next to my head with one hand.

"Shut up boy!" he hisses. I feel tears cascading down my cheeks, but I bite my lip, trying to remain silent.  My father's large fingers fumble over the waistline of my jeans. I whimper and cry harder. He looks at me, a fire seeming to start in his eyes.

"I said shut up!" he slaps me hard across the face. I naw on the inside of my cheek, keeping my eyes closed. Again, he trails his hands over my waist. He begins to unbutton them and my eyes fly open. He's never gone this far. He's beaten me and assaulted me, but never has he done this. I try to wiggle and squirm away. He moves his monstrous hand away from my arms and onto my hair, gripping it. His other hand starts to crawl lower on my body as panic sets inside me.

I sit up in bed, a cold sweat soaking me. My breathing is rugged and strained. Goosebumps cover every inch of my skin. I shiver and gasp for breath. A knock on my door makes me jump, my muscles tensing.

"Noah?" a small voice whispers. I immediately relax and croak,

"come in."

The door slowly opens and the petite frame of my little sister Grace slips into my room.

"Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" I ask as she clambers into my bed.

"Daddy." she whispers. I nod and pat my pillow. She lays her head down and curls into me. I wrap my arms around her protectively. Grace falls asleep instantly. I listen to our father stomp around drunk downstairs. I close my eyes as I hear him climb the stairs. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep, he'll leave Grace and I alone. He wouldn't hurt Grace, I wouldn't let him. He shuffles past my door and into his room, the slam of a door following him. I breath a sigh of relief and begin to drift off.