You Saved Me

Crystal Bowen's mother, Amy, died when Crystal was 3 years old in a car accident. Now she's 16 and lives with her father, David. Since Amy died her father began to drink and got very violent.

One day Crystal can't take any more and decides to run away from everything.

Will someone find her?
And if, who is that special someone?
A blond guy with 3 friends, who are the most popular guys in the world?

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1. I've Had Enough!

Crystal's P.O.V.

"CRYSTAL MARIE BOWEN!" My so called "father" yelled at me. He was drunk. Again. Ever since my mom died 13 years ago in a car accident, he started drinking and getting more and more violent. Today I forgot to buy him a six-pack and he was probably really mad at me. I hurried down the stairs as much as I could, but fell at the last step. Clumsy me. I fell on my hand and it really hurt. When I looked up my father, or as I call him now, David, he stood over me with his hands on his hips looking mad. Like really mad. He slapped me across my face and kicked me in my stomach which hurt like hell. I got scared, but I knew if he saw I was weak he would hurt me even more.

"You forgot something today, huh?" He asked me with a cigarette in his mouth and another beer in his hand.

"I'm sorry sir," I mumbled and looked down.

"SORRY?! ARE YOU SORRY?! I'M YOUR FATHER. I GIVE THE WORLD TO YOU AND YOU CAN'T EVEN BUY ME ONE SINGLE THING!?" He yelled at me and kicked me in the stomach again twice. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I started crying.

"Ahh, you weak little child!"

That was it! I've had enough of this. Every single day I cried. Every single day I was broken. I stood up and punched him in the face. Blood was coming out of his nose and he stepped one step closer to me while I took one step back and looked him in his eyes with tears streaming down my face.

"I-I... Please don't hit me," I whimpered to him protecting my face with my arms.

"I'll give you FIVE seconds to be out of my fucking way or else I'll punch you again... Got it?" He whispered to me. I was almost frozen. All I could do was take one step closer to the stairs, while he counted and followed me, slowly, but only to the stairs.

"One, two, three" And he punched me again. I fell down on the stairs, but got up quickly and ran to my room sobbing and crying. All I could do was getting under the covers and try to fall asleep. But I couldn't. All I could hear was David's voice in my head yelling "You weak little child." What I kept thinking about was that he was right. I was a weak little child. I had no friends, I was ugly. I thought of how lucky I was that he didn't do anything worse with me. "He could... He..." I whispered while the salty tears was streaming down my face. I've had enough of this. I couldn't handle it anymore. I hurried down the stairs and didn't even look back. I stormed out of the door and kept running as fast as I could. Behind me I could hear David's voice yell my name: "CRYSTAL MARIE BOWEN COME BACK NOW!" But I didn't even look back at him, I just kept running and running. Away from everything.

It was freezing outside and the only thing that warmed me was my ripped t-shirt and jeans. My shoes were 5 years old and I could barely fit them anymore. I stopped up to catch my breath and looked at where I was. It was dark and there were only one street lamp with light in it. I saw a container full of garbage and beside it there was a broken mirror. I slowly walked over to the mirror and looked at it. I saw a broken girl. An ugly girl, with tears in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. I was ugly. Just like everyone told me.

I heard a couple of laughs and footsteps. I got scared and quickly hid behind the container, but as I am, very clumsy, I fell over the mirror causing it to make a loud noise, but I got up on my feet again and leaned up against the cold wall, wrapped my arms around my knees, making myself as small as possible. The tears were still streaming down my face. I closed my eyes hoping that nobody heard me.

"Hey lads, I think there's someone over there," a boy said with an Irish accent.

A/N

Hey guys!

So this is my new Movella. I hope you like it so far!❤️ Anyways enjoy it. I've really been looking forward to write this. Remember to like, fav, fan and comment what you think so far.

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