He looked at me. His piercing blue eyes, looked at me. I felt safe for once. I didn't have to be scared anymore, I didn't have to lie. My dad and I were in the car, and he was yelling at me. I wasn't surprised because I wasn't paying attention to him, only to the tall, blonde, adorable guy standing outside. I heard my dad scream my name, finally, and I looked at him. His breath smelled like whiskey. The strong scent circled in the car, and the next thing I knew, blood was pouring out of my nose.All Rights Reserved