Sarahs P.O.V

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I turned away as hot tears slid down my face. I didn't want him to see me cry, no one had ever seen that except my dad. "I'll never stop loveing you" He said this with such sureness I believed him. He came and nealed in front of me. Putting his hand on my chin he made me look at him. He wiped the tears off my cheek and kisses my lips. "You can tell me anything" I looked into his eyes, and I could tell he was telling the truth. I took a deep breath and tried to explain it to him. "My dad...hits me...alot. He's always drunk, so I guess he doesn't really know what he's doing. But he touches me sometimes too..." He looked at me all serious. "Touches you how?" I rolled my eyes and took another breath. "He forces me to do things to him, or he does things to me, sexual things." I looked down and more tears slid down my face. He got up and stomped around, pacing. He balled up his fists and he was breathing hard. "I swear I'm gonna kill your father" I jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Don't do that. I'll be ok. I can handle it." "No you can't! Your his daughter! He can't do that to you! And look at the bruises he leaves on you! That filthy piece of shit!" I made him look at me as i wiped away tears. "Don't tell anyone please, he'd kill me if anyone found out!" I pulled me close and wrapped me in a hug, one hand on the back of my head, and the other on my back. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his shirt. "I'll never let anything happen to you. I wish I had the guts to tell you I loved you sooner, I could have prevented this." "Don't try and blame this on yourself, please. You'll just make it worse." He hugged me tighter.

Thomas's P.O.V

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I hugged her and let her cry. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to help her, but I didn't know how, and I wanted to kill her dad! How could he do this to her? He's supposed to love her and protect her, not hurt and bruise her. I love her so much it hurts, and theres nothing I can do to help her. "Lets run away.." She looked up at me and half smiled. "Are you freaking crazy? How would we make it on our own?" I pulled out of the hug. "We can get jobs, make money. Get a house, live together." She pushed me away and turned around. "Come one baby, what other choice to you have? I'f I can't tell anyone he's just gonna keep doing it. And I can't stand the people at school who always make fun of you, I hate them all." "If you hated them, and loved me so much, why did you wait until now to tell me you loved me? You let me sit there and suffer waiting for you to catch on!" I looked down and i was speachless. "No, Thomas, I didn't mean that." "No, you did. But thats ok. Because I understand. I know I was hurting you, and I was hurting myself too, but I didnt know you were in so much pain. I was scared that you wouldnt like me because I'm totally different than you." She walked up to me and kissed my lips. "I loved you from my first day of school, theres nothing you can do to stop that. And it's not your fault I was suffering...Lets run away."

Sarahs P.O.V

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He held me close, so close I could feel his heart beat. It was slow, and steady. It made me sleepy. I closed my eyes and imagined it beating. For a moment I was so lost in his heart beat that I forgot about everything else. It was only me and him and his heart beat. Standing as one in the middle of the park. I knew that my only option was to run, run and never look back. Just me and him, forever. "Tonight we can gather our stuff, and get as much money as we can. I'll come to your house in the morning, before school starts, ok?" He shook his head and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Sarah." "I love you too, Thomas." We walked out of the park hand in hand down the side walk to my house. We didn't really say much but it was easy to stay silent. When we got ot my house, I watched in the window and dad was passed out on the couch, would be probably until after I get to school. I kissed Thomas goodbye and slowly and quietly walked into the house, shutting the door behind me. I had to sneak past my dad just in case he were to wake up. I walked to my room and got my huge suit case out of the closet.

Thomas's P.O.V

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She walked into her house and I prayed that her dad wouldn't touch her tonight. Hopefully he'll stay passed out until after we;re gone tommarow. I turned around and walked up the street to my house. I walked inside and said hello to my mom. She started yelling at me for no reason and got so mad she was throwing dishes at me. I tried to calm her down, but there was no getting through to her. So I just went up stairs and slammed my door. I went through this almost everyday. My dad left about a year ago and now my mom is always mad. Yelling and throwing things. She only gets mad at me though, not my little brother. I got out my bags and started packing everything I had in my closet and dresser. I stuffed about 3 bags full of my stuff and hid them in my closet. I pulled out a bow from under my bed and brought out my blade. I slid it across my skin letting the blade really sink in. I do this to releave the pain, and all the stress my mom gives me. She wants me to be perfect and she doesn't realize that I'm not perfect. I can't be like my dad. To good for his own family. So good that he left us here to rott. I slide the blade over my wrist again and again. Cutting open old wounds from past nights of yelling. I thought about Sarah, and hoped her dad was still passed out. I didn't want him to touch her ever again. Thinking about it made me mad so I slide the blade over my skin again, this time harder. The blood poured out and onto the towel in my lap. It was blood stained already. I put the blade away and pressed the towel against my skin to stop the bleeding. I pulled my sleeve over my arm and layed in be trying to fall asleep. I imagined Sarah sleeping next to me in the neext few days and I fell asleep quickly.

Sarahs P.O.V

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I layed down in bed once all my stuff was packed. Covered up with my ratty blankets. I though about what Thomas must be doing. Eating dinner with his mom and dad, in their perfect little family. He has it so good, his life is perfect. I closed my eyes and imagined sleeping next to Thomas for the next few days. I smiled and fell asleep real fast. Dreaming of my dad in the middle of the night, I wake up screaming into my tear staind pillow. I must have been crying. I sat up in bed and looked at my bags. I tried to think of how much better life would be once I get out of this place. I fell back asleep and awoke to a knock on my door. "Come on princess, let daddy in. I promise I'll make it up to you!" I rolled my eyes and got outta bed. "I'm going to school daddy, I'll be back after." He started banging on the door yelling for me to open up. I took my bags and threw them out of my window. I slid out and jumped off the roof. I grabbed my bags and ran all the way to Thomas's house. When I got there I saw his car in the driveway. I set my bags down by it and walked up to the door to ring the door bell. The door opened before I even reached it. Thomas rushed outside with his bags and ran to the car. "Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?" "Eh...not so good. You?" "I slept ok, dreamt of the days to come" He smiled and threw our bags in his trunk. I got in the car and so did he. He started it up and then his mom came running out of the house in her night gown yelling and screaming. He sped off down the street and he never looked back.

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