When I Met You

Chapter 1: When I Met You

(Authors note: this is my first story im writing, so dont judge. all day ive been gathering ideas of what it should be about, and i figured this would be different, but good. thanks to all my readers:* )

Chapter 1

I cried as he threw me to the floor by my hair. My dad did this everyday. Every. Single. Day. And i was sick of it. He kicked me while i was on the floor, and all i could do was cry, although i felt like i couldnt anymore. I've cried so much, that i dont even feel the pain anymore.

As he left the room i harshly slammed the door and locked it. I grabbed out a big handbag from my closet and filled it up with stuff i would need with one hand, while calling my boyfriend with the other.

"Hey, Jake?" i said while sniffling. "Yeah?"

"Do you think i could maybe stay at your place for a couple days?" I said.

"Um, yeah, whats up? why?" He replied, sounding hesitant.

"Im on my way" i quickly said as i shut the phone.

I never told anybody about what my father does to me. Ever since my mother passed away, hes lost control. I didnt have any siblings and jake was really the only person i count kind of count on. Kind of..

Jake lived in his own apartment while both his parents lived in a mansion about 3 hours away. They dont speak to jake anymore because they dont like how hes become ever since he turned 18.

Im not very fond of his tattoos and some of the things he does either, but no one seems to like me much except for him, since everyone thought i wanted their pity ever since my mom died because i didnt speak much.

I arrive to his apartment room that smelled like a mixture of weed and dirty laundry.

"Whats wrong babe?" he asks as he sees that my face looks puffy and red.

"It's nothing," I reply, rushing into the apartment. As I try to walk away, he grabs my arm and throws me on the couch harshly.

"HEY! Next time don't just call then hang up on me okay? You understand?" He said, cursing under his breath.

That was one of the things i didn't like about Jake.. He kind of had a temper. I had put up with it though, because he's not as bad as my dad. The thing about Jake is that he would always get high, but never get drunk. Which i thought was better because when you got high, you don't do stupid stuff like when your drunk. Also, all he really smoked was weed, and cigarettes.

I walked to the small empty room beside Jake's room, and got my bed set up, putting a blanket on the floor and a pillow on top. I would sleep on the couch but i was afraid Jake would get mad that I'm ruining his new couch.

As i was trying to sleep, my door flung open.

"You know you can sleep in my bed with me?" Jake said. I stayed silent, lightly snoring to fool him.

"Lycia, I know your not sleeping"

I turned around to face him, opening my eyes. He looked even taller while I was laying down than when i was standing up. Jake was 6 feet tall with black hair and bright blue eyes.

"Im fine here babe," i said, sounding exhausted.

"If you insist," he said as he left the room.

I, Lycia Dennom, would never sleep in the same room with a guy. I was always scared of losing my virginity.

"Once its gone, you can never get it back," my mother always used to tell me. I know I'm going to have to lose it eventually sometime, but not before I'm married. These thoughts slowly drifted away as i felt myself falling asleep. I wish it could always be like this, zero thoughts, zero pain, heaven.

(Authors note: comment how you like it so farr(: . i hope its good:/.

Oh and btw

Jake: Ian Somerhalder (Damon Salvatore from TVD)

Lycia: Lycia Faith (Vine, instagram)