Dawn has never been great at many things; she was the last kid on her block to be able to ride a bike without training wheels, she was never invited to join in games of volleyball at school because no one wanted her on their team, she failed more math quizzes than she passed, and she never really learned how to swim past the doggy paddle. The one thing Dawn has ever really been good at, the one thing she can truly excel in doing, is running away. Dawn knows when to drop everything and escape to a new world, whether it's mentally (through music) or physically (using her high school graduation money to get a plane from Tampa to Boston). She has mastered the art of repressing the aspects of her life that she doesn't enjoy by leaving them behind, but what happens when someone slips into Dawn's life from behind a velvet curtain and makes her no longer feel the incessant urge to run? TRIGGER WARNING: mention of domestic violence (I just wanna be clear that this story is totally fiction!! None of these events actually happened, all of this just comes from my mind lol)

Hey. My name is Sandra Grace Callaghan but most people just call me Sandy. The story I'm about to tell you is how I came to fall in love with the biggest Rockstar in the world, Jon Bon Jovi, not that his music didn't draw me in when I first heard Runaway when I was 22. Although the end to this story may not be what you expected, it could always change. After all, it's not over yet. This is just the beginning. Best Rankings #1 - Jon Bon Jovi #1 - Bon Jovi #13- 80s

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!