(A/N) THERE IS SOME VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER I'M SORRY THERE REALLY ISN'T ANYWAY AROUND IT BECAUSE IT'S KINDA A BIG PART OF THE STORY LINEISH!

*Brittany's P.O.V*

As I lay in bed later that night all I can think about it Adam.

How did we end up talking in the first place?

I smile, and roll over on my bed so I'm facing the wall.

I stare at it hoping sleep will come soon.

Pushing my blanket off of my body, I scoot closer to the wall.

Adam is going to be the death of me, and I don't even really know him yet.

I roll over again, and just lay there.

I think about all of the things that could have happened last night if Adam hadn't been there.

With those thoughts, I slowly felt darkness take over.

••••••••••••

The next morning I wake up to pounding on my door.

"What?" I grumble out, tiredly.

I rub my eyes and stretch.

My mom opens my door roughly and glares daggers at me.

Suddenly I am wide awake.

"Why aren't you up? Your father and I have been up since 9am. Its 10am. You know better then to wake up after us." She yells.

I cower back against the wall.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I just had a rough ti-"

She interrupts me.

"Did I ask why? No. And it better not happen again. I don't care what happened. I don't care if you had to go to the fucking hospital. You know better than that. I won't hesitate to kick you out of my fucking house." She turns her back on me and walks out of the room.

I wish she would.

I sigh, get out of bed, and change into dark blue skinny jeans, a purple tank top, and pull a black hoodie over my head.

I slip on black vans and walk out of my room, not wanting to be in more trouble.

I quietly walk down the stairs, and in to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I grab all of the materials I need to make scrambled eggs, and start cooking.

Once the eggs are ready, I yell up to my 'family'.

If you can even call them that.

I mean, they don't care about us. They just like beating us and seeing us in pain.

What a great family, right?

"Breakfast is ready!" I scream.

I hear my little sister, Karly, run down the stairs and frown when I see her enter the kitchen.

I walk over to her and tilt her chin up so I can see her face better.

She has a bruise forming on her right eye, and has mascara marks running down her face, making it obvious she was crying.

"What happened?" I question as I pull her in for a hug.

She hugs me back tightly and I feel her body shake.

"I got home before mom and dad got up today, and I was downstairs watching tv. I thought you were already awake, so I didn't wake you, but mom got mad because you weren't up, so she asked me to make breakfast, and I didn't know how, so sh-she hit me a couple times. No big deal." She says trying to act brave.

I see tears start to form in her eyes as she says this.

I pull away and smile weakly at her.

"As soon as I can get a job, and get us out of here, were going to leave, Karly."

She just nods and smiles a genuine smile back at me.

How can she genuinely smile when the only person she has is me?

I sigh.

I'm not even that great. She deserves the world. She deserves someone better than me. I'm just a stupid, depressed, broken girl. She deserves someone strong.

"How many eggs ya want?" I ask, changing the subject from our shitty parents.

Her smile turns in to a grin.

"Two, please."

I smile at her, and grab a plate, putting two eggs on it.

I give her the plate, and put some on my plate as well. Grabbing ketchup out of the refrigerator, I hand it to Karly, and she looks up at me with a huge smile on her face, as if I just told her we won 1 million dollars.

"Thanks," she mumbles already shoving eggs in to her mouth.

My parents walk in to the kitchen as we finish eating, and I stand up.

"How many eggs do you want?"

My dad walks in front of me.

"I don't want eggs."

I sigh, and my heart drops.

That's just another beating I'm going to get.

"That's the only thing I made. We don't have anything else I can make." I answer.

He stares blankly at me, then smirks.

"Find a way." He says in a 'duh' tone.

I just roll my eyes at him.

"I'm not making anything else. I already made eggs, and I don't want it to go to waste." I say with a slight attitude.

Ah, fuck. I didn't mean to have an attitude.

He looks at me like I'm stupid, then slaps me across the face.

My head snaps to the side, and I see my sister stand up, about to protect me.

I turn to look at my father.

"You're a monster. How can you do this? To your own daughters mind you? We have done nothing to cause you to be like this to us. What did we ever do? I'm sorry I can't be the daughter you want me to be. I'm sorry I'm not perfect." I ramble, getting in his face.

I probably have a big red mark across my face, my eyes are probably blood shot, and my face is red from anger, but I don't care.

He slaps me again, and this time I feel myself tear up.

I look at him again and when he doesn't say anything I try to walk past him to leave the kitchen, but he grabs my shoulder.

"I didn't say you could leave."

I ignore him and try to get out of his grasp.

He turns me around, and hits me in the jaw.

The tears that I was holding back finally fall, and I feel another punch, but this time to my stomach.

I fall to the floor gasping for breath.

He kicks me in the ribs, then in the stomach.

He smiles down at me sadistically.

"You're right. You aren't perfect. You are the worst daughter we could ever have gotten. Anyone would have been better than you. No one will ever love you. You're stupid, and fat, and ugly, and weak. You're so weak, you can't even protect yourself. You try to act strong but everyone see's through your act. No one likes you. I doubt Alice and Rebecca even like you. You're gonna die alone. I hope you die. No one would care. You're just a problem. Everyone's life would be so much easier without you." He says, then walks out of the kitchen.

At least it was me, not Karly.

I just lay on the kitchen floor crying, finding comfort from the cold tile floor.

My sister comes and sits next to me, and grabs my hand, holding it close to her chest.

"I'm sorry, I should have stepped in, I should have helped you." she whispers.

I just close my eyes, and squeeze her hand lightly.

The day has only just begun and I already want it to end.

I want my life to end. My dad is right. No one cares about me. I'm just a problem.

I sit up, and with Karlys help, get off of the floor.

I slowly walk to the stairs, my stomach and head hurting from my dads hit.

We walk up the stairs, and in to my room.

Karly lays me on my bed, then gets in next to me.

"I'm sorry. I should have tried to stop him," She whispers again.

I turn my head to look at her.

"This isn't your fault. I'm glad it was me and not you," I mumble, then we both go quiet.

I find a lot of comfort from Karly.

We've always been close.

I've practically raised her, even when I was just a kid myself.

That's how we spend the rest of the day, skipping lunch and dinner.

We sit in my bed and just talk, hoping our parents have gotten enough entertainment for the day.

By the end of the night I feel a little better, and finally, I feel sleep take over.

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Hey guys!

I had to write some about her home life so.

Here ya go.

Any one see the 5sos reference in here?

No?

Ok.

Well at least I tried...

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-A