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abused- BA

All bruised and broken, I have no where to go, and no one to make me feel loved. All I have is my boyfriend Dylan. He's kind of all I've ever had. My parents used to abuse me when I was younger because they were always either drunk or high. I had the worst childhood you could imagine. I'm basically a makeup pro because I've been hiding my bruises and scars for so long.

In 7th grade I met Dylan. We got to know each other and he's the only person I've ever told about my parents. Freshman year of high school we started dating, and he was my savior. Or at least I thought. We've been dating for about 4 years, we just graduated high school and are now living together. But things have changed. Dylan has changed. He's started abusing me, just like my parents did. I know what you're thinking... why don't I just leave him? Well it's not that easy. I wish I could, but I'm not kidding when I say Dylan is literally all I have.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid or something?" Dylan said and punched my face. I tasted blood and immediately knew my lip was busted.

"I-I'm sorry." I cried. Honestly I don't even know what I did wrong, he just came home and started going off on me.

"Sorry isn't good enough. Go to the room, I'll deal with you later, treat you like the little slut you are." He gave me one last blow to the arm and stomach, then pushed me to our bedroom. Did I mention that he also sexually abuses me?

I shut the door and slid down it and just cried. I need to get out of here. I don't know where I'm going to go, I just know I cant be here. I heard Dylan slam the front door shut. I looked out the window and he was driving away. Now is my chance. I grabbed some clothes and put them in a bag. I grabbed my toiletries and the money I knew Dylan hid in the bedroom. He doesn't know I know about it, but honestly I need it more than he does.

Once I had all of my stuff I ran outside and started down the street. I kept running until I came across a small coffee shop I used to go to. I ran inside and immediately ran into someone, spilling his coffee all over both of us.

"I'm so sorry please don't hit me." I threw my arms up to cover my face, expecting some kind of hit because that's what's happened my whole life. If I run into someone, or do anything wrong, I get hit.

"Woah it's ok, why would I hit you?" He asked, sounding concerned. I looked up at him and damn he was hot. He was kind of messy brown hair, glasses, and really caring eyes.

"I just... uh... I'm sorry, I should've been paying attention." I said and wiped tears from my eyes.

"No it's ok, I promise. Here, let me help you." He grabbed a couple napkins and started cleaning the coffee up. "What's this?" He asked, pointed to a spot on my cheek. Shit. When he wiped the coffee away, he also wiped the makeup away. The makeup hiding my bruises.

"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I just, umm, fell." I tried to cover it up but he wiped some more away to reveal more bruises and scars.

"What happened? Are you ok?" He examined my face.

"I'm fine." I turned away and tried to hide my face.

"Come with me." He took my hand and led me to a car. He got in and I just stopped.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer or rapist or something like that?" I mean he didn't look like one at all... but you never know. And even if he was, it couldn't be any worse than what I've already been through.

"I promise I'm not." He chuckled. I hesitated, but got in. "I'm Brandon Arreaga by the way."

"Leia Hurley." I forced a smile. He started the car and started driving. To where, I have no idea, but honestly, I didn't really care either.

"So what happened? Why does it look like someone beat the shit out of you?" He asked, looking over at my bruises for a second before looking back at the road.

"Because someone did." I mumbled. I meant to say it to myself but I guess he heard me.

"Wait really? Why? What happened?" He sounded genuinely concerned. Should I really be telling this guy that I JUST met my life story? I mean what do I have to lose?

"Do you really wanna know?" I asked. He was probably just asking to be nice.

"Yes, I do."

"Ok, well, the truth is, when I was younger my parents abused me, a lot, and I finally moved out and moved in with my boyfriend, well, now ex boyfriend, and he started abusing me too. It's been going on for quite some time now and I couldn't take it anymore so I ran. And that's when I ran into you, which I still feel really bad for." I explained.

"Don't feel bad. From what I can tell you've lived through hell, so you shouldn't feel bad about running into me, if anything I should feel bad. So how bad did he abuse you anyways?"

"A lot. Like I've literally been covering up bruises since I was 6, so you cant really tell right now, but I can show you when we get inside." I said, noticing that he pulled into a driveway and stopped the car. I have to admit, this is a really nice house. Way nicer than anything I've ever been in. We got out of the car and went inside. "Do you have a washrag or something?" I asked.

Brandon got up and left. He came back with a small towel and a bowl of water. I dipped the rag in the water and carefully started wiping the makeup off of my body. I started with my face, then moved to my legs because I was wearing shorts and had easy access, but I was wearing a long sleeve shirt, so I couldn't see my arms.

"Do you mind?" I asked, lifting my shirt up a little.

"No, go ahead." He said. I took my shirt completely off, leaving my in just my sports bra.

I wiped the makeup off of my arms and stomach, and finally set the towel down when I was finished. I stood up and gave Brandon a full view of my body. My arms and legs were scattered with cuts and smallish bruises, and my stomach had one big bruise in the middle, and one on the side.

"Oh my god." Brandon gasped when he saw all my injuries. "And this has been happening your whole life? I couldn't imagine going through that."

"I mean it's really all I've ever known, so I guess I'm used to it." I put my shirt back on and sat down.

"That's horrible. Why would anyone want to put you through that?"

"Because they were stupid drunk assholes who had nothing better to do with their lives, so they decided to ruin mine. Literally no one in this world cares about me and now I have no place to go so I'll probably be dead in a few days anyways but oh well at least no ones gonna miss me."

"I would care." He looked at me with soft eyes. "I know I just met you but if you want you can stay here as long as you need to. You don't deserve anything you've been put through and I want to try and help you in any way I can." He scooted a little closer and put his arm around me.

"That's not what I meant I'm not trying to guilt you into letting me stay here I promise you don't have to feel bad for me or anything I'll make it the best I can on my own I don't need any pity from a guy I just met." I scooted away a little but not too much. For some reason his arm was really comforting around me.

"I'm not trying to pity you or anything, I just don't think you should have to do this alone. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, but it would make me happy knowing you were safe, that you finally got the life you deserve."

I laid my head on his chest and felt tears start to fall down my face. I wrapped my arms around Brandon and hugged him like I've never hugged anyone before. I've never felt so safe around anyone else in my life, not even Dylan.

"Thank you. If only the world had more people like you." I cried and let out a small laugh.

"So you'll stay?" He asked. He looked down at me with hope in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll stay." I smiled. I laid my head back on his chest and just took him in. This is the kind of person I need right now, and forever.

Everyone needs a Brandon Arreaga in their life.