Rossi's Niece~ A Spencer Reid Love Story

Chapter 1

A/N: I will update as ideas for chapters are either suggested by friends or as it comes to me. Please have patience. The picture up above is Angela.

Angela's P.O.V

I lay back in my bed enjoying the blissful moments until my parents got home. Mom and Dad, if I could even call them that, were always drunk or high. Even if they weren't they would always find an excuse to punish me.

I don't even know why they bothered having kids if all they were going to do was abuse them. I'm just glad I don't have a brother or sister for them to punch or kick, and take their anger out on. They were drug dealers, and often brought their "friends" back. Which meant more fun for them and more pain for me.

I have two more years before I can move out. I just have to keep telling myself that.

Suddenly, I heard the front door open. "Hey, whore get down here!", I heard my Dad shout from downstairs. I sighed, got up from my mildly comfortable bed, and trudged downstairs. "How long does it take you to get down the stairs? You're an ungrateful slag!", my Dad yelled in my face as soon as I set foot in the kitchen.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I braced myself for the impending slap but, it still didn't prepare me for the sharp, stinging, pain in my cheek.

"Answer me bitch!", he yelled.

I stayed silent, and rarely ever talked. After years of abuse, I had worked out staying silent was the best option. Dad pushed me down and started kicking me everywhere he could reach. Pain radiated from all over my body.

Curling up in a ball, I tried to protect myself from the kicks and punches raining down on me. Suddenly, I heard a crack. One of my ribs had been broken. I let out a small whimper.

My Dad smirked as he looked down at me. I was laying on the kitchen floor, bruised, one of my ribs broken, And in a pool of my own blood from my broken nose.

"Get up, you weak, disgusting piece of shit.", he said to me, before giving me one last kick, and walking over to my so called Mom, who had just sat there watching my Dad beat me.

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My legs refused to support my weight. I was too scared to disobey him. So I got on my knees and crawled up to my room. I managed to drag myself onto the bed, before I collapsed.

The words he called me echoed inside my head. "slut, bitch, whore, waste of space, mistake." "Go away!", I yelled. "Why should we?", the voices replied. "It's all true!"

I was awoken by a loud smashing sound against my door. "Oh shit", I mumbled. Mom and Dad are probably trying to get into my room again.

The door burst open and two police officers were standing there.

"We found her", one of them said into a walkie talkie.

The other one came over to me. I scurried back to the headboard, since I didn't know who they were. They were dressed in Phoenix Police uniforms, but for all I knew it could be a trick. The younger Police Officer walked over.

"Don't worry, you're safe now", he said reassuringly. "Your parents are being arrested for drug dealing, but by the looks of you they should be charged with child abuse as well", he stated with a smile.

I gave him a weak smile back. Then I realized, I had nowhere to stay! The rest of my relatives are dead! "Where will I go?", I whispered, my voice cracking because, I haven't used it in such a long time. "The rest of my family is dead."

"Actually you still have an uncle that works for the BAU, his name is David Rossi. You will be sent to live with him in Quantico, Virginia", the older officer said. I almost jumped in the air with joy. I was probably too weak to actually do so.

Not only was I escaping my abusive parents, I was finally getting away from Steve. The only person in the world that scared me more than my parents, no he terrified me. He is my abusive boyfriend and he used to beat me, well he still does, but not anymore. I'm leaving my abusive parents, and my, I don't know what, boyfriend, and going to live with someone who actually cares about me!

Then it struck me, what if he was just like Mom and Dad.