Jessica Skeeter was a normal 18 year old teenager. Besides the fact that her dad was an alcoholic and has been making her do drugs, alchohol and do illegal things for him. She has been beaten by him too and her body has been hurting her bigtime. She decides to run away from her dad and meets a sweet 19 year old teenager boy named Baxter, he took her under his wing and once he got to know her more, he beat her up and neclected her feelings and has tried to rape her a few times but failed. She then decides to run away from Baxter and meets 5 teen boys who all love her to death. She on the other hand never wanted to fall in love with anyone else because of Baxter. The boys all want to help her but one of them starts to lose their control. Will Baxter come for revenge? What will happen?

Stop asking yourself and find them out!


1. Hurt Because Of You.

Here I am, laying on my bed trying to fall asleep at 4 in the morning and feeling like shit. My head aches and I have lately been puking my guts out. Do you know why? Because my dad is a bastard. He makes me do drugs, drink alcohol and makes me do ridiculous things like breaking the law. That's why I always feel like shit...-------------- "Oooooh kay, and my stomach isn't agreeing, again." I ran down the hall and puked my heart out in the toilet. And so you know, it hurt badly. I was done puking and still on my knees in pain. Well well well, look who's behind me? " Jessica! Im trying to get some sleep!" He yelled from behind me. " Well maybe if you actually cared at me and stopped giving me drugs, then I'll stop!" I yelled back. " Don't make me pull out my knife, Jess." He angrily said. " I'll try?" I said but I knew I couldn't do that because I puke every like 20 minutes. " Oh no you better." He said and walked back to his room and slammed the door.

I finally got up from my pain and felt well enough to walk and went to my room and luckily, I fell asleep, for 10 minutes. Then my stomach got queasy and nauseous. Again. And well it raised to my mouth and I quickly had a decision. To either swallow, yes swallow it so I didn't get the knife or puke it and get the knife, QUICK! QUICK! Ok no way am I swallowing this. I didn't have time to get to the bathroom so I ran to my garbage can in my room and puked it out. I knew I had the knife but no way was I swallowing that. That thought made me feel even more sick. Ok, before you get too sick of reading how my night was, let's just say, it was a horrible night...

* Few Hours Later...*

It was about 9 on my alarm clock and I didn't have anything left in my stomach and I was hungry. Although I had a HUUUUGE headache. But I was hungry and well... So I made myself get out of bed, still feeling like crap. We both know how that feels... I made myself a grilled cheese and ate it. Dad came downstairs with his knife in his pocket. I can see it, its in his housecoat pocket he's wearing... " I told you not to yak again! now I only got 6 hours of sleep because of you!" He yelled at me and pulled out the long, sharp and shiny blade that hurts me. I knew I couldn't escape from him here. " Come here Jess, You know what to do. " I cried tears knowing I had the knife in my hands right now. Hurt Because Of You.

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