It all started with a dirt road...

~CHAPTER ONE~

"KIMBERLY GO GET ME ANOTHER BEER GIRL!!!" My shit faced father screams. I sigh and walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to find that he had drank all the beer.

"Shit!" I mumble under my breath.

I walk out to the front porch and walk over to my daddy who was working on his rusty blue pickup.

"We're out of beer." I say hoping that maybe he wouldn't get as drunk tonight.

He slams the ratchet down on the tailgate and turns to me and gives me a smile, it wasn't a nice smile...it was more of a -your a fucking waste of space you idiot- harsh smile...

"Well then you go...AND YOU GET THE FUCKING JACK DANIELS OUT OF MY ROOM! GOD YOUR FUCKING STUPID JUST LIKE YOUR GOD DAMN MOTHER!" The back of his hand makes contact with my cheek nocking me to the ground. He walks over to the driver side of his truck and let's the engine roar to life.

"I'm going to Bobby's, the house better be clean when I get back." He says and speeds down the road.

"To bad I won't be here when you get home." I whisper to myself. I lift my body off the ground and head to my room. I rip the doors to my closet open and grab my bag from the top shelf dodging the objects that tumble down to the floor. I grab a few shirts,pants,shoes and undergarments to wear. I rush to the bathroom and grab all the things I need for my personal hygiene. I then grab all the money my mother and grandmother left me in their will. It's over two grand thank god!

"I feel like I'm forgetting somthing..." I say walking back in my room to grab my bag and try to remember what the hell I was forgetting.

"My pistol!" That's what I was forgetting. I've had to pull it on my dad several times to get him to stop beating me... But that will all be over soon. I grab an apple and a water and walk out the door.

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It's been nearly three hours since I left that hell and I'm just now getting to the main road! The only thing is, this main road is only used by farmers and travelers...so it isn't used that often. It's just an old dusty dirt road. I hear a truck pull up beside me.

"Now what's a pretty little lady like you doin out here walking all alone?" I look up to see a guy who looked like he was a few years older than me.

"Look mister...if your thinkin that I'm gonna hop up in your truck and ride you like some damn bull then your wrong." I huff and keep walking as his truck stays at my speed. I hear him laugh.

"Darlin if that was the case then I would have you stripped by now." he says while smirking. I just roll my eyes and keep walking.

"Look I'm just trying to find West Point ranch if you could be kind enough to-" he cuts me off by saying

"What?! I work on that ranch it's just a few miles up this road! I can give you a ride if that's what you need darlin." I groan.

"If I get in the damn truck will you stop calling me darlin?!?" I snap. I barely even know this guy and he already pisses me off.

"Sure thing...darlin." he sends a wink my way. I just roll my eyes and hop in the passenger seat of his truck.

"So what's yours?" He asked.

"Beg your pardon?" I ask confused.

"Your name?" he asks while glancing over at me.

"Kimberly." I say while taking in his appearance. he was wearing a blue and white checkered button up that was tucked into some nice fitting jeans with a nice belt. He had on a pair of worn out boots and had a cream colored cowboy hat perched on his head. He had deep blue eyes a well sculpted face and shaggy brown hair.

"You can stop undressing me with your eyes sweetheart." He chuckles and shakes his head as he reaches over and turns on the radio. Hey girl by billy currington came on.

I just can't help but laugh at the fact that chase was not only singing this but how this song came on when he just picked me up.

"Now what was so funny about my singing?" he asked while shoving my shoulder.

"No it wasn't your singing, you actually sounded really good. it was how that song came on right after I got in this truck!" I said. He just chuckles.

"Why are you running from home kimberly?" he asked. I look down at my boots.

"My dad killed my momma by beating her because she got the wrong beer...he has beat me my whole life...I finally got my chance and left. I didn't want to relive my mothers life." I say and wipe a stray tear from my cheek.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Chase says while pulling up to a drive way that has a huge sign that reads 'WESTPOINT RANCH'.

This is going to be my new life...i hope.

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