Yeah, my name's Cherie. I hate my name just as much as I hate my life. My father hates me, he abuses me, he treats me like he treats everything else: with no shame. I even have scars from him. Yeah, I hate him too. So once I decided that I had enough, I ran away. Left. With only ten dollars in my pocket and a few pairs of clothes, I fled the coop. It's a good thing I found my mom's old high school friend, Taylor, otherwise I'd be dead. Oh, and did I mention that she's apparently some really big artist in the music scene? Well...she is...