A/N: This is the very first time I've ever tried to write anything quite like this, so it's... it's an adventure for me. From this point on, I warn, it kinda gets... well, it's rated T, anyways. Basically, if you're queasy about the topic of abusive relationships, don't say I didn't warn you.

Also, because this is the first time I've ever written something like this, I have no idea how long it will last - please, please review and tell me how I'm doing! I would appreciate that a LOT. I need to know if I'm doing all right with the storyline, etc.

This chapter ends kind of suddenly... well, it begins suddenly too. We'll get more of the main character's background within the next chapter or two.

Read and review! Much love!


I screamed. The pain... too much to handle...

"Come here, you little whore!" Trevor yelled, swinging at me. His fist connected with the side of my head, knocking me to the ground. My eyesight was getting fuzzier. As I watched him approach through blurry vision, I wondered if this time would really be the last – if I would die tonight, never having had experience with true love, never having graduated high school, never having accomplished most of my hopes and dreams for the future.

But it wasn't the right time to contemplate these things. Trevor was furious with me.

"How could you?!" he screamed. "Why did you kiss him?" Tears came out of my throbbing eyes. I didn't know where they originated... I thought I had cried enough in my life to be forever out of tears. I thought I had dried up long ago.

Apparently I was wrong.

"I didn't kiss him!" I cried, holding a weak hand in front of my face, waiting for the next blow. "That was only a rumor. He -" I was out of breath because of my hysterical sobbing. "He was making things up. He didn't kiss me – it was a dare – but he didn't do it – because he knew..." I took a long, gasping breath, still trying to clear my head. "He didn't do it because he knew you were my – my boyfriend – and he didn't want you to be angry... so he just a-acted like he did so he wouldn't l-look stupid in front of all his fr-friends!"

Trevor pulled me up roughly from the floor, staring me in the eyes. I knew better than to look away.

"I wouldn't betray you," I whispered, tears still softly flowing. "I-I-I love you, Trevor. You know that." I flinched away from his steel-cold eyes.

"Please don't hit me again," I pleaded softly, closing my eyes and taking a short breath, preparing for the next blow.

"Baby," Trevor murmured, unexpectedly pulling me close. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it. You know I didn't."

I nodded into his shoulder, eyes sealed shut with tears. He didn't see the hate behind my eyes.

"I know you didn't mean it." Neither did I.