Hello there! :]
I have just decided to start a new fan-fic. ^_^
I know you probably don't trust me to keep this one going, as I always left my other ones. =p
But with some encouragement, and advice, I may just be able to keep this one going. ^_^
I know that alot of you like to be in fan-fics, and I really don't mind adding you in, but it just gets confusing when so many people want to be in it, and I don't want to be unfair, and only pick certain ones. =p
So, here is my fic as follows:

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PROLOGUE

I glanced at the time on my computer screen of my laptop. It was already nearly 11:30 in the evening.
"Shit.." I muttered under my breath, as I closed my laptop carefully, and placed it on the side of my bed. Thinking quickly, I hurriedly made my bed up, and fluffed up to pillows as to make it seem like no one had even touched the soft, cottony sheets. I rushed over to my closet, and climbed over the messy contents inside, before closing the door behind me. I crouched down, my arms around my knees, praying he wouldn't find me this time. The darkness of the closet intimidated me, making me feel all the more terrified, for what would be in store for me next.
When my watch told me it was 11:34, I heard the key turning in the front door. My heart was beating loudly in my chest, as I hugged my knees tighter. The front door opened, and I heard the loud thumps as my drunken father stumbled into the house. I began to sweat rapidly, cracking my knuckles in fear.
Please don't find me... Oh please don't find me.... I thought over and over in my head, as my heart thumped. I heard the loud bangs, as he came up the stairs. He was looking for me, I knew it.
"Get down here, you disgusting...horrible child....!" I heard him shout, as he approached my bedroom door. My eyes began to well up, as I knew this was going to be my last night living in this world.

AH.

Is it good? No? :'(


By the way, this one is going to be a Ryden.

Ahem. AH. ABUSE. AH. OMINOUS LAST SENTENCE. AH. UPDATE. Ryden.

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But if not, I will definitley tomorrow. <3

Chapter One


My bedroom door swung open. I held my breath and didn't move, terrified that he would be able to hear my movement. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that I could just die then and there, and it would all be over. But it wasn't. I wouldn't die until he had finished with me. I had no choice now, but to wait for it to all get over and done with.
"Gerr out here, yer little brat!" My father slurred. I could hear his loud footsteps approaching the closet. My head began to spin, as I knew what was next.
The door swung open, and I felt a hand strike across my head. The force of it caused me to topple out of the closet, within perfect reach to be beaten. I squealed in pain as I was kicked in the stomach several times, before I felt the agonising nausea of being punched in the stomach.
I could barley even breath, as I gasped for hair between strikings. Oh when would it be over? What did I do, to deserve such terrible beatings? I got it most nights now, ever since I was just seven years old. Now, at sixteen, I'd been going through it for nine years, almost every single night.
"I'm s-sorry." I gasped, as I was kicked in the stomach once more.
"Sorry doesn't pay for your existence!" My father yelled, grabbing at my hair. I just laid there and stared up at him. The look of evil in his eyes terrified me, as he stared back down at me, before giving me one last shove. He got up, kicked me out of the way and started for the doorway.
"I don't want to see you and your dirty little self ever again, Ryan!" He shouted, before he left the room with a deafening slam of the door behind him.
I just lay there, shaking and in pain. I couldn't move at all. Never had his beatings been this terribly bad before, leaving me unable to do anything but lie there, and hope someone will help me. But that will never happen. No one even knows I live here. I dropped out of High School almost four months ago, because I just couldn't deal with all the stress. I used to stay at my friend Spencer's house for the night some evenings, until his mother became suspicious of what went on in my household. But that's one thing she'll never know.
I began sobbing quietly, but I soon begun to cry quite loudly. I didn't care, though. All I wanted was to get out of there. Even if it meant I were to be homeless on the streets, anywhere was better than here.
I eased myself to turn over on one side, and placed my hands on the floor - my only limbs that weren't badly injured. I pushed my body up off of the ground, pain shooting through my stomach and chest. At least I was able to get up, that was a good sign. I eventually managed to stand up properly, and I did my best to walk over to my dresser, although I did more of a waddle, really. I grabbed my backpack from the floor, opened my drawers and began stuffing all my best shirts and hoodies inside it. Then, I moved on my closet. I waddled over, almost tripping on my laptop's wire in the process, and then grabbed a few pairs of jeans. My only pairs. I stuffed them in my bag, also.
Just as I was about to leave my bedroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face was so pale, with patches of purple from the bruises my father had left. My soft brown hair was sticking up every which way, revealing large bumps on my head. My left eye was dark and swollen. I scowled at my reflection, before carefully smoothing down my hair, and putting on a hat. I grabbed my cell phone off the dresser, and waddled quietly out of my bedroom.
As I did my best to tip-toe down stairs, I was relieved to find that my drunken father had fallen fast asleep on the sofa, can of beer in hand. I slinked along to the back door, and ever so carefully tip-toed out, shutting the door with a soft click.

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