{featuring Panic! possibly a few other FBR bands. posted on my Mibba as well}

He raised the beer bottle to his lips, swallowing the last ounce, before he hurled it at the wall where she was standing. I watched from the hallway. I was supposed to be in my room, but I never listened. Not when things were like this. She caught my eye and mouthed something I couldn't make out.

He turned to look at me, "What are you doing out?"

I stood frozen, speechless.

"You're a little bitch! Just like her. I'll deal with you later!" He faced her. "Did you tell her to come in here?"

She shook her head. She looked like a rabbit cornered by a hungry wolf.

"You told her didn't you? Didn't you?!"

I watched him grab her body, his finger gripping her shoulders. He pinned her to the wall, just like he used to do with me. She caught my horrified eyes again and spoke this time.

"Save yourself."

I opened my eyes and sat up, the sun beginning to hit me in my eyes. Another nightmare, another sturdy park bench to have it on. The sun rise woke me up for the fourth morning this week. I couldn't remember the last time I was able to get a peaceful night's rest. I was always moving.

I had to keep moving if I didn't want to be caught.

I sat up, my eyes drifting downward to my shoes. They were old. Dingy, laces knotted, canvas punctured old. I finger combed my oily hair with a sigh.

'Another day,' I thought. 'Hopefully things will get better.'

Not likely. I've told myself that every day for three months and nothing has gotten better. If anything, it's gotten worse. I pulled my black jacket around my body, my legs taking me away from the park. I felt my stomach growl and sighed. I didn't have the money for food.

Hell, I didn't have any money.

I always thought about stealing but I never had the guts to pull it off. Instead, I'd wait outside of restaurant dumpsters and take my pick of uneaten food. My legs led me into a shallow alley way. This alley had the best leftovers.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The voice took me so off guard, that I figured it was a cop. I turned around and instantly regretted it. A man with dark eyes and medium length hair pushed me against the wall.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in an alley like this?"

His lips were uncomfortably close to mine. I went to move away but he was quicker than I was. His placed his hands around my wrists pinning them above my head.

The only thing I could think of doing was screaming. It was the only thing I was ever told I was good at. Well that, and lying on my back.

"Help!"

He slapped his filthy hand over my mouth. I wanted to kick him, I wanted to push him away but I was too weak. I felt one of his hands touch my body. I screamed in my head. Not again. I closed my eyes. I wanted to scream again, but it never came. Instead, some one else yelled.

"Hey!"

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{the park mentioned is an actual park in vegas}

Both my and my attacker's heads snapped to the right, his hand moving away from my mouth. A man who yelled stood at the alley's entrance, he was tall and I couldn't make out his face, or any feature of him for that matter. I didn't want to. All that mattered was that he had possibly saved me from being attacked by a creeper.

"What are you doing to her?" My savior questioned.

My attacker pushed himself against me, a smile growing on his lips, "I'm just getting to know her."

"Get away from her, or I'll call the cops," He whipped out a sleek cell phone. "I bet they'll love to get to know you."

I took steady breaths, praying silently in my head that my attacker would leave. I got my wish, he pushed me causing my face to scrape against the brick wall. I watched him back away from me slowly, his hands shaking. I was able to get a better look at him and figured he was probably a druggy. Then, he ran, his footstep clopping down the street, leaving me and my savior alone in the alley. I closed my eyes. My face had to have been scraped badly, I could feel blood trickling down my cheek.

"Are you alright?"

I could hear the footsteps of my savior drawing closer. I felt him touch my shoulder.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

When I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of soft blue ones. I looked him over a few times. From his crouched position, he seemed really tall. His dark brown hair was shaggy yet cropped with swoop bangs that fell over his right eye. His cheeks were full, his body slightly chubby, like baby weight. I looked back in his eyes. He touched my cheek and I pulled away from his hand.

"You can trust me," He half-smiled. "I'm Spencer."

Spencer outstretched his hand and I took it. Once I was on my feet, I brushed off my worn jeans and began to walk away.

"Hey!"

I turned around to find Spencer staring at me, his eyebrows kitted upward. I zipped up my jacket, hoping he didn't see the holes in the shirt I had on underneath it. "Yes?"

"What's your name?" Spencer asked.

I bit my lips, before whispering, "Natalie."

"Okay, Natalie. How about I walk you home. Where do you live?"

I admired his offer but I didn't have a home to go to. Well, I did, but I didn't want to go back there. I couldn't go back there. I put on a smile and nodded.

"Sure," I agreed. "I live over by Dexter park."

"Oh! That's not far from here. Let's go."

Spencer walked up to me, nodding his head towards the street. We walked next to each other, his hands stuffed in his pockets, my arms wrapped around my waist. I felt horrible. I failed to mention the fact that I'd been living in Dexter park, not near it, for two days.

"Thanks for helping me," I glanced up at him. "You didn't have to."

He looked down at me, "Yes I did. You were being hurt."

I said nothing more about the issue, my feet carrying me down the sidewalk next to him.

"So…"

"So what?" I blinked.

Spencer stopped walking, "We're here."

My head snapped up and my heart sank. We were standing in front of the park bench were I slept last night.

"Where's your house from here?" Spencer asked. "Like, which neighborhood?"

I sat down on the bench. He was looking at me expectantly and it was killing me. I pulled my knees into my chest, staring at my jeans. This was my neighborhood, this was my house.

Spencer's face dropped, "You do have a home, right?"

I guess it was time for the truth to come out right? Time to get ready to live in a women's shelter. I took a deep breath through my nose.

I shook my head, "No, I don't."

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Spencer's eyes grew so wide that I thought that they were going to pop out of his skull. He sat down next to me, staring straight forward; he didn't even look at me out of the corner of his eye. I felt so low. I began to regret telling him, I shouldn't have said anything.

"So, you're homeless."

Spencer still wasn't looking at me. I ran a hand through my hair before bowing my head, allowing it to cover either side my face. I didn't want him to look at me from the side. Truthfully, I didn't want to look at him.

I sighed, "Not exactly. I have a home but..."

"But what?"

I could feel Spencer staring me down, waiting for my answer. I swallowed a lump in my throat, "I can't go back there."

"Why, Natalie?" Spencer pressed.

"Because, Spencer, I can't. I can't live in that environment anymore. I can't live like that, I can't constantly live in fear."

"In fear of what?"

I was really getting sick of the questions I didn't want to answer. I couldn't answer. I was already pushing it letting this total stranger get to know everything about me after I let him save me. I put my legs down and stared forward at a woman wearing a harlequin costume who was doing cartwheels and flips. She reminded me of a Cirque du Solei girl.

Vegas was never boring, even in the morning.

"In fear of what, Natalie?"

Spencer's voice broke through my thoughts as I turned my head. I blinked, "It's not important. Look Spencer, thanks for saving me from rape and all, but I really should be going. I can't stay in one place for too long."

I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and headed down the sidewalk. Away from Spencer, away from the trees, towards the park entrance. It wasn't long before I heard quick footsteps behind me.

"Wait up!"

I didn't have to turn around to know that it was him.

"What are you, like a stalker or something? Do you enjoy preying on women? You know, walking through the park hoping to come across a lonely girl, you walk them home and then bam! - you've got them?"

"Natalie, why don't you come home with me?" Spencer suggested.

I'm sorry, was it just my imagination, or did that sound sexual? That comment totally reinforced my stalker idea. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, disgust filling my face. My eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?"

"Not like that!" Spencer corrected. "I mean would you like to live with me? I live in a house with a few of my friends. If you don't mind the smell we give off, you're welcome to stay. We've got an extra room."

I didn't know what to think about that. Part of me was happy and wanted to say 'yes', the other part of me wanted to run.

"I'm not your charity case."

"I just want to help you-"

"Because I'm a charity case," I finished. "You help me and then you wake up in the morning feeling better about your life choices."

Spencer sighed. "Look Natalie, I don't want you to be here living on the streets of Vegas. It's not safe for a girl like you. You could be taken into prostitution, or used by drug dealers, and as we both saw earlier, you could be taken advantage of so easily."

"You don't have to worry about that. I've been taken advantage of for the past few years," I said bitterly.

Spencer looked taken aback again, before he continued to press the issue. "Please let me help you. I mean, I have to take you somewhere and, you don't strike me as a shelter type, so why not my house?"

"No, I'll be fine."

"No really, I insist."

"Spencer, you don’t understand. I'll feel really bad about it," I admitted. "I can't just mooch off of you. It's just…weird."

Spencer looked up for a moment, studying the clouds in thought when he snapped his fingers. He looked back down at me and grinned. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, what about cooking for us?

"I don't know," I bit my lip.

"Do you know how to cook?" He asked.

"Yeah, but-"

"Okay then! You can be our cook. Brendon isn't exactly great in the kitchen. In fact, he actually burns things a lot, so having edible food would be nice for a change. Believe me Natalie, you'll be wanted. Please?"

I looked from him, to the park bench in the distance behind him. It would be nice to not have to worry about things, to have a safe roof over my head, to have a roof period.

"We'll pay you," Spencer bargained. "You'll get new clothes, food, anything you need."

That did sound nice. A hot shower, a toothbrush, clean clothes- hell, new clothes, and food, all of which I was in desperate need for. I felt myself begin to break down as I looked up at Spencer.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes.

Spencer's face lit up, "Really?"

I nodded and Spencer took my hand, leading me out of the park. As I walked with Spencer to his home, I felt like a weight was off my shoulders. I felt lighter, I felt safe. It was then that I began to do something I hadn't done in months.

I smiled.

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"Hey guys!"

When Spencer and I walked through the door of his house, I figured it would probably be messy, because, after all, they're guys. Not the case. It looked like a bomb had gone off. There was an open pizza box on the living room table that had nothing but crust in it. Across the floor there were dirty clothes, scattered papers, notebooks, pens, a yoga ball, a pair of drumsticks, and a few broken guitar strings. I didn't even look in the kitchen but from the smell of garbage, I could guess that it hadn't been taken out in a while and that there were probably unwashed dishes in the sink. Other than the mess, it was a pretty nice house.

'I guess I'm going to have to be the maid too,' I thought.

"Hey guys!" Spencer called again, shutting the door behind us. "Anyone home?"

"Huh?" A boy with dark, ruffled, hair sat up from the couch, scaring me half to death. He had thin eyebrows and soft, delicate features, he was cute. His light brown eyes landed on me and he sighed, "Brendon! What have I told you about bring home whores? Oh, hey Spence."

Spencer gave him a look, "Hi."

Just then a boy with thick eyebrows, a pointed nose, and full lips entered the room, his dark brown hair neatly combed. He too was attractive. I turned red as I noticed that he had on nothing but his boxers. He folded his arms and leaned against the hallway doorframe.

"I didn't bring home a whore!" He yelled.

"Then explain her Brendon," the boy on the couch pointed at me.

Brendon narrowed his eyes and turned his attention to me before speaking again. "I think Spence has more explaining than me."

I heard footsteps that sounded like someone was running downstairs. A few seconds later, another boy with medium eyebrows, dark hair and eyes, and a light bearded moustache entered the room. He, unlike Brendon, was fully dressed, he wasn't bad looking either. The four of us watched him walk into the kitchen. I was beginning to think he didn’t notice me, when he walked back out.

"Umm," He pointed at me. "Who's the chick?"

Brendon shrugged. "I don't know, but Ryro seems to think I have something to do with her."

"Because you're always doing something," the boy on the couch, 'Ryro', stretched. "It's easy to blame things on you because eight times out of ten it's your doing."

"This time it's my doing," Spencer cut in. "She's our new cook"

"Thank God!" The bearded boy entered the kitchen.

"Cook?" Brendon began to pout like a five-year-old. "What's wrong with my cooking?"

"Everything," all the boys answered.

Brendon looked offended and Spencer continued to explain, "She was about to be raped and I saved her. She had nowhere to go so I told her she could stay here with us."

"And you want to know if that's a true statement?" Ryro asked.

"Basically."

"I'll clean too," I interjected. "I don’t mind. Spencer's already been nice enough to offer me a place to say. I'll earn my keep. I swear."

"Please Ryro," the bearded boy asked. "Please? Can we keep her? I want to eat good food!"

"Hey!" Brendon frowned.

"Good point," Ryro nodded. "I say she can. Jon?"

The bearded boy clapped, "I say yes too!"

"Brendon?"

Brendon walked over to me, scanning me with his dark brown eyes before offering me his hand. "You can stay. I'm Brendon Urie."

"Since we're formally introducing ourselves," Spencer shook my hand. "I'm Spencer Smith."

I smiled and walked over to the couch where Ryro lay, "You're Ryro?"

"Ryan Ross," He shook my hand. "They call me anything from Ryro to Ryho and RyRy. I don't care what you call me, just as long as you don't call me by my first name."

"George," Brendon mentioned. "He goes by his middle name."

"Long story," Ryan laid back down.

"Oh," I nodded. "Okay."

I figured I shouldn't question it, but a part of me was curious to know why he didn't want to be called George. The bearded boy shook my hand with a smile before I could think of it any longer.

"Jon Jacob Walker. Feel free to laugh."

I suppressed a smile and shook his hand. I think I'm going to like this place.

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After all the introductions, Spencer gave me a tour around the house. We started downstairs since we were already there before we went upstairs and he showed me around there. Downstairs there's the front door, a living room with hardwood floors, a door in the living room which leads to the spacious backyard with a pool, the kitchen with tile floors, a door in the kitchen which leads to the garage, a dining room, a bathroom, Jon's room, and Brendon's room.

Upstairs there's an entertainment type room with a TV and a couch, Spencer's room, a bathroom attached to Spencer's room, and Ryan's room.

"And here's your new room Natalie," Spencer smiled.

We stood outside of a cream door, which was down the hard wood hall from Spencer's room but across the hall from Ryan's room. Spencer opened the door to reveal a room with a full sized bed, a dresser, a papasan chair, baby blue walls, and soft white carpet. There were also three doors, one leading to the hallway, one leading to my closet, and the other leading to a bathroom.

"The bathroom conjoins your room with Ryan's. There's two sinks, a toilet, and a shower and bath. So what do you think?"

"It's amazing," I gaped. "I don't know what to say."

"I'm glad you like it," Spencer clapped his hands together. "Why don't you relax and take a shower? Do you have anything you need to unpack?"

I looked up at him and shook my head. I didn’t have anything except for the clothes I was wearing.

"Okay. Well, there should be a new toothbrush in the drawers. Get you some clothes and tomorrow we'll take you shopping."

"Okay."

"Towels are in the top cabinet."

"Okay."

Spencer left my room while I went to into the bathroom, shutting both of the bathroom doors. I turned the shower on, listening to the water run, watching as the steam began to fill the room. I reached my hand into the water; it was just the right temperature. I turned to my left, eying a column of three cabinets.

Towels are in the top cabinet

I looked up at the top cabinet and sighed, standing on my toes slightly to open the cabinet. I grabbed a towel and wash towel and closed the cabinet. I set the towels on the counter and removed my clothes, before entering the shower.

"God!"

I gasped. The water felt amazing on my body; I forgot what showers felt like. I lathered soap on my skin, watching as the water grew grimy. I scrubbed and scrubbed with the wash towel until my skin grew blotchy. I washed away all the dirt, all the smell, every remnant of living on the street. I heard a knock at the door.

"Here's a change of clothes for you," Spencer said. "I'm putting it on the counter. There's a pair of Bren's jeans, Jon's underwear, and one of my shirts."

"Okay," I called.

He closed the door, leaving me to my showering. I draped the wash towel over my shoulder and began to work on my hair. Squeezing some of the contents of the Garnier shampoo bottle in my hands, I worked it into my hair. The water was just beginning to run clear again, when all the dirt tinted it again. I washed my hair three times until my hair was completely clean. I wiped my face with the wash towel and watched for the water to run clear before I turned the water off and got out of the shower.

I muttered, "That's better."

I looked in the mirror. My hair was clean; I could actually tell that it was dark brown instead of black. My skin was tanned slightly from the Vegas sun, though it was still blotchy from my scrubbing. My eyes were another story. I noticed they were brown and tired. I looked deeper and saw my siblings, my sister screaming for me to run, my brother attempting to hurt me again. I blinked and shook my head, looking away.

Not now.

I got dressed, putting on a pair of men's briefs, a pink t-shirt, and a pair of jeans that Spencer left me, before heading downstairs. I needed a comb or a brush.

"Hey Natalie," Brendon smiled, his eyes traveled downward. "Nice jeans."

"I'm sorry," I frowned. "I needed something to wear. Spencer said we'd go shopping tomorrow so I could get some clothes."

He sipped a can of Red Bull, "It's okay. Nice nips by the way."

I looked down and quickly folded my arms over my chest. I'd opted not to put on my old bra because it was dirty. Apparently, that was a bad decision.

"We'll get you a new bra tomorrow when we go shopping," Ryan said from behind me, swatting Brendon in the head with his hand. "Way to point out something, jerk face."

"You'll have to excuse Ryan," Jon plopped on the couch. "Ryan's having his period."

I began to laugh and Brendon pointed at me, "Ah ha! So, she does have an emotion other than embarrassment!"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I have emotions. Do I look like Megatron?"

I sat down on the couch next to Jon, not moving my arms away from my chest.

"Ha-ha!" Brendon laughed again. "She's funny."

"He's drunk," Ryan and Jon mentioned.

Brendon frowned, "I'm not! Three Red Bulls are not equivalent to alcohol."

Jon whispered, "For him they are."

"Are not!" Brendon argued.

"Are so!"

I left the living room and entered the kitchen; I needed to get started on cleaning. I started by taking out the trash and stacking all the dirty dishes on one side of the sink. I put soap in one side of the sink and put clear water on the other side. Before I could begin to wash dishes, I had to find a dish towel. I opened a few cabinets and draws looking around.

"Need some help?"

I jumped. Ryan, who was leaning in the doorway, laughed and entered the kitchen.

I shut the drawer, "Y-Yeah, but you don't…"

He reached into a drawer next to the sink, before moving towards the sink. Before he could scrub a dish, I took the towel from him.

"Ryan, you don't have to."

Ryan took the towel from me, "Yes, I do."

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