I knew what was coming. I flung open the door and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I ran to the park, lots of people there, I thought. He wouldn't cause a scene. I sat down on a bench to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I was dead when he got me alone. My body filled with fear as my phone started to ring, I whimpered softly and pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello...?" I whispered. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" the vicious voice of my father screamed. I started to cry as I remember he put a GPS tracker on my phone so I couldn't lie. "The park..." I whispered, instantly regretting it. "YOU'RE DEAD!" He yelled. As the call ended, I leaped from the park bench and ran to the womens bathroom as fast as my feet would carrying me. Which for the record, wasn't very fast since I wasn't really athletic. I cried harder as I crouched down in the last stall in the back darkest corner. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A story of an abused girl, who tries to find happiness. Though its hard, maybe she'll finally get her wish. Read to find out. ;)

"Being reunited with your childhood best friend after eight years apart? Sounds like a heart-warming story. Finding out that said best friend is now a complete jerk who's determined to make your life hell? Not so much." Georgie and Connor were once inseparable. Best friends from birth, they did everything together - well, that was until Connor's dad got a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity and the family was forced to relocate to New York. At age sixteen, Georgie's life is totally different - her main goal being to keep her head down and escape the brutalities of high school with as little emotional scarring as possible. Balancing school, work and her dwindling social life is enough of a challenge, but it's about to get a bit more complicated when her conceited ex-best friend gets thrown into the mix. Maybe friendship should come with an instruction booklet.

My name is Juliet Amenn, and I don't believe in love. How ironic, isn't it? My name is Juliet. Juliet is the name you sing in love songs. The name you connect with love and happiness. But that's pure crap. I wasn't always like this. I had a Romeo. He's gone now.