Let me love you *Completed*

Amanda Wilson is a battered, beaten down girl who's just about had enough. She just wants it to be over and it's about to be, until a new kid comes into town. Seth Monroe. He can't figure out what's wrong with her, why she won't open up, why she can't let him love her. Is Amanda to broken to open up?


1. My Life

I wake up shivering out of fear, sweat soaking my shirt and hair. Amanda! The rough voice of my father yells angrily. I jolt up right, breathing hard and heavy. Amanda, get your ass down here! Knees shaking, I get up from my makeshift bed on the floor and walk downstairs. I stand at the steps, breathing hard. He looks at me. Come. Here. He points to the spot in front of him. I slowly walk towards him, heart thundering so loud I could hear it in my ears. I look into his green eyes. Then he brings his hand back and slaps me across the face. I let out a shriek and I fall to the ground, hitting my head on the lower step. My ears start to ring and I hold my hand to my bruised cheek. My breath came out hard and fast, thinking of all the things I want to scream at him. How I wished he died instead of mom, why does he hate me so much, how can he hit me like that when I'm his own blood and flesh, why doesn't he just kill me already? He was angry as he looks down at me. Go get ready. Don't take so long this time. He growls before striding into his room and slamming the door. The world takes a few minuets to get into focus, and then I crawl upstairs and into the shower. I go quickly, only taking seven minuets. I put on my gray sweatshirt and black jeans, forcing my brown sandals on my feet and fitting a black beanie over my dark brown hair. Leaning into my mirror my gray eyes looked big and scared. I take my ratty backpack and jog downstairs. Come straight home today. He glares at me over his mug. I curtsy. I will. He slams his cup down, making me wince. I buy you these nice clothes and that's all you have to say to me?! I step back, shaking. Yes yes.....I'm sorry.....father. I breathe the last word quietly before tears silently fall down my cheeks. He puts his hand on his face and breathes in deep. Just......go. I immediately throw open the door and run to the bus stop, forcing my tears away.

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