In my pretty pink room inside of my walk in closet, lying on the floor, I sob as Daddy keeps kicking me. He won't stop and all that I can wonder is Why? as I lie there getting beaten.
10 years later
"Scarlett, get your ass down here before we have a repeat of last night!" The man I used to call Daddy called up to me.
"Coming," I said, running down the stairs.
I had just moved to California because the police started getting suspicious of my dad beating me back in Oregon. So we moved to California. I would be transferring to Louisville High School. I'd be one of the only juniors that were 16. I was wearing a pair of white converse, with white high waisted shorts, and a crop top that said #SWAG on it. I had my long blond hair curled into a high ponytail and a simple under eyeliner with mascara. I made the Beast's breakfast and was out the door by 6:30am. I had to leave early to begin my mile and a half trek to school since the Beast refused to buy me a car.
I was about halfway to school when a BEAUTIFUL red convertible pulled up beside me. I took out my earbuds and turned to a boy around my age with light brown hair with blonde streaks running through it.
I raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?" I asked.
He chuckled. "I'm Spencer," he said. "I was wondering if you needed a ride to school? You're going to Louisville High School right?"
I frowned. "Yeah, but..."
"Great! Hop in and I'll give you a ride."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm Scarlett, but my friends call me Scar," I said as I hopped in.
"Nice to meet you, Scary. Now I suggest you buckle up because I like to drive VERY fast."
I was about to correct him, but he started speeding down the road before I was even buckled. We pulled into the school parking lot not even a minute later. I got out of the car and Spencer walked around and slung his arm around my shoulder as we walked into school. As we walked through the halls I got head nods from guys. A couple even winked. Most of the girls were shooting me death glares, while others just smiled and waved.
We walked into the office and got my schedule and locker information. I put my stuff in my locker and grabbed my stuff for Pre-Calc. I shut my locker and Spencer's arm was around my shoulder again. I looked up at him and smiled as we walked to class.
He stopped me outside the door. "I'll see you in Biology next block," he said as he kissed my cheek, and I swear I could see him blushing as he walked away. NO! I thought to myself. I can't get close to him. The Beast will get mad and hurt me again! I sat in a random seat and got my stuff out when a girl with light blue hair sat next to me.
"Hey, I'm Lindsay, but my friends call me Lizzie."
"Hey Lizzie," I said as I shook her hand.
"So, you and Spencer, huh?" she said nudging me.
My eyes widened. "No, no, no. I just met him. He gave me a ride to school since I have to walk almost two miles."
She frowned. "And you don't have a car?"
"No, I was walking to school when Spencer found me and gave me a ride."
****
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Spencer sat next to me in all off the classes we had together and agreed to give me a ride home to drop me off near my house. I walked out to his convertible after school and hopped in to wait for him.
Spencer got to the car five minutes later. "Sorry, I had to talk to coach about football tryouts."
I smiled. "That's fine."
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "So where do you live?" he asked. I gave him my address as he started to drive. "Hey, I'm pretty sure we're neighbors!" he said.
"Cool," I said smiling. We pulled into my driveway and the Beast's truck was there. "Shit," I whispered. "Shit, shit, shit!" I said getting out of the car.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, but you really have to go. Like now!"
