Disclaimer: I own most of the characters in this story, those I do not own belong to some wonderful people who have agreed to let me use their ideas via a cast call at 'Writers Blok'. I do own this story line, so please do not steal it. If you do steal it, the results will not be pretty. You have been warned. However, if you do wish to use it, ask and I may give you my permission but only if you use manners and ask nicely.

This story will be rated R. If this is rating changes for any indavidual chapter, I will post a warning before the chapter. I will warn you now, if you do not like to read about rape, attempted rape, drug abuse or anything else like this (all will be none graphic unless stated otherwise) then stop reading now.

~Prolouge~

Sitting on Whitby beach, Eva looked out onto the ocean. It was about nine pm and the English weather was magnified because she was at the seaside, where the air was always more clear and fresh but always seemed colder.

Tears were falling silently from her hazel eyes and her body shook from fear and hurt. A large bruise was beginning to form on her left cheek although the stinging sensation had subsided slightly.

The tide was beginning to come in so Eva stood up and brushed the sand off her clothes before putting her shoes back on and walking slowly back home. She knew he would be sorry, he always was. He also always promised never to do it again, but he always did. It was the way her life had been for as long as she could remember. Moreover, deep down, in the pit of her stomach, she knew it would never change.

Let me know what you think :), constructive critism is always appreciated ;)

~Frankee

**chuckles** I know you from the Writer's Blok, angel, you're Francesca there, eh?

Hey bella, and yup...That is moi :P

~1~

Walking slowly into the empty house, Eva wondered where they were. She knew without thinking too much about it where her mother was, and her father had obviously gone to the pub after that nights incident. At least she would not have to face either of them just yet, not that her mother would care. She had always been too wrapped up in her own affairs to really care about anyone else, and at that moment, Eva was relieved for that fact.

Moving slowly, so not to make too much noise, she walked through the living room and up the stairs. Even if she thought her parents were out, there was always the possibility that at least one of them was home and would fly off the handle at her being out. It would most likely be her dad that would do that, he liked to know where she was at all times.

Eva closed her bedroom door quietly behind her and made her way over to her bed. The room was only small, the smallest in the house. You could only just manage to fit a single bed, two sets of drawers and a small bookcase into it. It was a lucky thing she was not claustrophobic. The bed was positioned in the far corner of the room and she slowly crawled up from the bottom of the bed until she was huddled in the corner, her knees tucked securely to her chest and her head resting against the paint-chipped wall.

Letting her mind wander was what she usually did on nights like these. She had managed to create her own little world, where she was completely alone and was surrounded with the security that being alone created. Although on this night, she could not escape. Her mind kept flitting back; she could see his face every time she closed her eyes. His cold, dark eyes boring into her own. His fist being brought back then crashing down across her face when she struggled, she had seen it coming but it happened so fast she hadn’t had change to register what was going to happen before it was too late.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a noise in the street. Opening the curtains slightly, she peered out into the darkness and spotted a group of youths. They were about eighteen by the looks of things and had obviously been drinking, but they were happy. Surrounded by their friends and oblivious to what happened around them. Eva could not help but smile at the thought. What she wouldn’t give to have that. To have friends. Real friends, not just acquaintances. To be able to do what she pleased, when she pleased, without having to worry about the consequences.

Turning her attention away from the loud and cheerful group, she shut the curtains again and returned to her corner. Letting the darkness of the room wash over her before finally getting up, pulling on her night-clothes and getting into bed. It took her a while to finally get to sleep. Three hours later she didn’t even stir when her father walked into the room to make sure she was there, the apologetic look that she had learned was a lie, plastered across his face.

~Frankee

I love this beginning! It's a wonderful start hun! Count me in as an obsessed reader! Can't wait for more!

*sings* You can run you can hide but you can't escape my looooove lol.

:heartbeat: Pat

~2~

My sleep that night had been dreamless, or what I could remember of it at least. When I felt the morning sun filtering through the blinds at my window, I moved so that the bed covers were covering my face. I was not ready to wake up and face the day just yet.

After approximately ten minutes of trying to shut the world out, forgetting about reality for a while longer, I heard the front door slam shut, signalling that my parents had left for work. My father for his job as a tour guide at Bamburgh Castle, and my mother for her job as a secretary at one of the Solicitors Firms in town. I knew that she had in fact lost her job a few weeks back, but hadn’t told anyone other than me so that she could use it as an excuse to have her flings with other men while everyone else thought that she was working.

A sudden idea flickered into my mind. I’d had the same thought on many occasions but for some reason, this time was different. I had savings, a passport from when we went on holiday to Spain the year before, I could drive…But no, I couldn’t do it. I was a coward and would just have to face the idea that I’d have to put up with this until I could work up the guts to get out of here…Once again the dream of escaping was put to the back of my mind as I climbed slowly out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

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As I stepped out of the shower and got dressed in a pair of jeans, a plain black top and a pair of Timberland boots, I tried to avoid looking in the mirror. I did not even want to imagine what my face looked like after the force of last nights punch. I was aching all over and had already noticed at least seven other bruises covering my body. Of course, there was no way to avoid seeing my face reflected back at me from a mirror. I had a class at the college to attend and couldn’t show up without checking to see if I could cover the damage.

I turned slowly to face the sink; the mirror was placed just above it. Lifting my eyes slowly, I allowed my eyes to rest on the image that the rest of the world would see. I large bluish bruise was forming just over my cheekbone. Possibly the worst that I had ever seen on my face.

I lifted my hand to touch the sore flesh gingerly before wincing at the pain that the slight contact had caused. That was it. That was all it took. I raced out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the living room where I grabbed the phone and quickly dialled the number of the college I attended. After quickly talking to the secretary I hung up and ran back up to my room. I grabbed a suitcase from under my bed and filled it with random things that I would need. Not forgetting to take my bankcard, passport, driving licence and my diary. Just because I was leaving finally, for some reason I didn’t want to leave all of my memories behind. I had to have something to remind me.

I raced down the stairs after making sure that I had everything I would need, I wasn’t going to be coming back, before heading out through the back door, grabbing the keys to my dads car as I went and also making sure to pick up my jacket. I had no idea where I was going or what urged me to do it. All I knew, is that if I didn’t do it now. I never would.


~Frankee

This is good, will there be more???