The Broken Girl

The Backstory- Two

Your family was a mess. Almost every night your father would come home drunk and he would yell at you and your mother. He would break anything he could and throw it at the both of you, which almost always ended up in you getting hurt. When your father wasn't drunk he would be fighting with your mother, leaving you hiding in your room, crying. One night was especially bad. Your parents had been yelling at each other for hours, causing your mom to stomp out of the house and slam the door behind her. She never came back, she never said goodbye, she never talked to you again. You were left to defend and take care of yourself, since your father never would. It was only a matter of time before you couldn't take it anymore, so you ran away. You didn't take anything with you, it would only remind you of all the horrible things that had happened. You ran as far as your legs could take you, eventually collapsing against a tree in the forest and letting all the tears you'd been holding back out. You wouldn't of been surprised if someone heard you, but you were surprised when someone suddenly appeared a few feet away from you. You quickly got to your feet, barely being able to stand due to the amount of running you'd done. You examined the man who stood in front of you. He looked to be in his 20s or early 30s. He had blonde hair and was very muscular. He said something to you, but you didn't hear him. All you were focusing on was his arm starting to move closer to you. You had been hurt so many times that you were traumatized, and any sudden movement towards you made you think that they were going to hurt you. Out of instinct, you covered your head with your arms, trying to protect yourself.
"No!" You screamed as tears started to run down your face, "not again." You whispered to yourself as you anxiously waited. Instead, nothing happened. You slowly put your arms down to see the man bending down to your height, his arms behind his back.
"It's ok I promise I won't hurt you" He softly said. You were very confused, why was this man being nice to you? Your whole life you dealt with uncaring parents and an abusive house, you wouldn't even call it a home, because it wasn't. You grew up thinking this was how people were, not nice and caring. But here in front of you stood someone who was nothing but that.
"What's your name, I'm Steve" he said in a calm, quiet voice. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him. You felt safe around this man. If anyone else tried to talk to you, you'd probably just run away, but with him you stayed and answered his question, "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."