Save You Tonight

Nicole was abused by her father ever since her mother and brother died. When Nicole turned 16, she was kicked out onto the streets with nothing ... including her voice. All she wished was for someone to help her. And , someone did , but not any normal everyday guy.


1. My Savior

My life consists of this: Getting up, eating whatever food I can, before Father wakes up, getting hit by Father, once he does get up, do my daily thousands of chores, continually get abused by Father, and finally fall asleep at the end of the day in another fury of nightmares. I hate life, I've told myself that thousands of times. Every time I do, I think ... Mom wants me to live. Live life for Mom, not myself. Besides, when does my life matter? Father has told me that I don't deserve to live, millions of times. He always tells me that, but he never does kill me. He makes me suffer, as punishment for letting Mom die. I always tell myself that it's not my fault, but deep down, I can't help but feel that Mom and my brother's deaths are my fault. Because of that small voice in me, I let myself suffer. It would be so easy to just kill myself, but that's too easy.


"NICOLE!" Father screamed my name. I'm not sure if he's drunk. If he wasn't it wouldn't change his angry mood. I walked up to Father, obediently. As usual, I didn't say a word


"Not gonna speak, eh?" Father's voice was slurring, without a doubt, he was drunk. Either way he'd hit me. I was right. He slapped me across my face, leaving that stinging sensation. It's usual, so it barely bothers me anymore.


"You know what day it is?" Father said, in his drunken tone. I slowly nodded in reply, looking at the floor. He forcefully grabbed my head, so I was facing him, eye to eye. I gulped, hoping he wouldn't sense my fear.


"You're sixteen today," Father answered, grinning. "Technically, in my mind, you're an adult. Therefore, I don't need to take care of you! I don't have to look at your ugly face, you slut!"


I was about to cry, but I held it in, not wanting to be hit. I stood there, unable to figure out what to do. Father glared at me and hit me, once again.


"Get out!" Father yelled. I cowered back. I put my two hands together, and lifted them up in front of my face, to show I was begging him to let me stay.


"GET OUT!!!!" Father screamed. I quickly ran out.


I started to wander the streets aimlessly. I felt scared and confused. How could he kick me out?! How will I live!? I - I'm so scared. I felt like I didn't have any reason to live anymore. I loved Mom and my brothers , but dealing with this is too much. I would much rather die than suffer anymore. I hope Mom will understand.


After about an hour, I collapsed in a dark alley and began to cry. I wanted to live, for Mom, but I can't. What if she'll be angry with me. I began to cry more. I kept thinking of how easy it would be to kill myself and how all my problems would be solved, but for some reason I was scared. I had thought of killing myself multiple times, why was I so sad now? I felt faint - headed, so I put my head in my lap and pushed my knees against my chest. I started crying more, silently. I never cried with noise, Father would've beaten me if I did.


Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I looked up, with my tearstained face, to see some guy in front of me. He had blonde hair, with a bit of brown in it. He had mesmorizing blue eyes, and he looked sad. I looked at him with a ray of hope in my eyes. He tried to smile at me, hoping to make me feel better. He slowly reached his hand out. And held his hand out for me to grab it. He wanted to save me.

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