So... this my first time writing a fanfic, so I'm kinda nervous. This story will have fanart in it, Some of it will be mine, most of it will from another people. So, all fanart is not mine, if your the owner of that fanart and you don't want in this...
Angelina's POV I slowly came out of the darkness in my head. I was in so much pain, like I was hit by a truck. My face hurts, my left side hurts, but luckily my hand wasn't harmed. My eyes flickered opened, I was lying in a bed, but my vision was still very blur. I know it's not my bed because it's feels bigger and I can see that the covers are black. It's wasn't Jack's bed, or Ma's bed, so where am I? Finally my senses kick in, I can see clearly now.
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I slowly sat up and looked around the room. It looks like an adult's bedroom. I peeked over to see my backpack, folded clothes, and note attached to it on a small couch that was at the foot of the bed. I pulled the covers from off me, placing my feet one by one on the carpet floor. I walked over to couch, picked up the note that reads: Dear Angelina, If your reading then you must of awaken. Don't painc, you and Jack at Mark's house and your in his mother's room. Once Jack passed out on the phone, we searched every restroom, till we found in the boys restroom on the first time. Mark has thought that you both were dead, but once I saw you breathing, he calmed down. Lucky everyone was in class so we were able to sneak you both out the school and drive from there to here in my car. I left some of my old clothes that I was planning to donate, I hope they fit. I'm sorry for what Bob and Wade did to ya and that we weren't there to protect you. I promise we'll take care of this. In the mean time, why not get change and look around the house. Talk to ya later. PEACE! ~Candy I let out a sigh of relief. I place the note down before walking over to a mirror that was almost a foot taller then me. I had blood on my shirt, the left side of my face was black and blue, there was a scar just underneath my eyebrow, my slowly raising up my shirt in saw bruises scartterd around from my stomach to ribs. The marks were black and blue with a hint a yellow. Thankfully my already broken hand didn't take any damage.
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I crushed at the sight, your gonna pay for this Wade! I decided it would be best to check on Jack before I change. I walked out of what is supposedly Mark's mother's room. I see door to my right just down the hall with a bright red 'M' bolted in the middle. Must be Mark's room. As I get closer to the door, I can see pictures of a younger Mark with a middle age man, his dad. They looked so... happy. I wiped away tears that threaten to fall. Even though Kevin has hurted and abuse us, I still wished we had that father-daughter relationship like other girls. The door was partly open so all I had to do was quietly push it open. (Here is Mark's room.)
