Katrina Chase has come from a very rough background. What happens when she runs away and meets the love of her life?


2. Runaway

Katrina's POV

"If you don't make my breakfast right now you are going to get it from me," why does he have to be my dad? Why did my mom have to die? Why me?

"I'm not going to make you breakfast,"  I stated blankly. I tensed up, knowing he was going to hurt me.

"Okay, you asked for it," He grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and polished it with his shirt. I backed away, my eyes tearing up. He walked over to me, pulled up my shirt and cut a huge slit down my side.

"OW!" I screamed.

"Shut the hell up you little hoe!" he yelled and kicked me right in the stomach. I stood there in shock and pain. I needed to get away. I punched him right in the balls and stumbled over to the staircase. He was unconscious. Good. I grabbed some clothes. I didn't have anything. He didn't let me go out of the house, except for school. My whole body hurt, but I held back my tears. I heard some footsteps downstairs.

"Fuck," I mumbled. I opened the bathroom window and climbed down the tree. My side and my stomach were paining so much. I felt tears run down my face as I finally reached the ground. I wasn't wearing any shoes, but who cares. It wasn't raining for once, which is kind of good for a change because it's always raining in England.

"AHHH!" I heard, followed by the smashing of glass. My dad. He was really angry. I would have called the cops, but I didn't have a phone. I didn't have anything. I dashed off somewhere far away. I didn't even know where I was going, since I have never been anywhere except for my school, and I had no friends. I only have my mom, who is up in heaven. After about one hour, I slowed down and sat the bottom of some tree. I studied the setting. It was some park, probably abandoned because no one was here. I looked down at my arms, covered in cuts and bruises. I had cut so many times, you could barely see the real skin on my arms. I sat under that tree for probably another 3 hours when I saw some guy walk towards me. He was really handsome. He had dark, curly hair, piercing green eyes and strong biceps. I looked down as he approached me.

"Hi," he said. What should I do? Is he good? Is he bad? Should I talk to him?

"Hello," I finally greeted. He smiled a me before sitting beside me under the tree. I knew I looked horrendous.  I had been in some strange place for almost 4 hours. 

"I'm Katrina," I said.

"I'm Harry," He stuck out his hand as I shook it.

"Oh my, what did you do to yourself?" He asked, gasping at my cuts.

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