Bell POV
After I had gotten off of (y/n), I went to apologize again. My face turned super red.
H-her...dress! The top has been completely torn! When did that happen!? I quickly turned around.
"What? What is it? She questions.
"It's your dress..." I answer embarassed.
What were those marks on her shoulders and chest? Scars?
"Here..." I hand her my coat.
"Th-thank you..." She sounds flustered. We sat there in the silence. For a long time. Neither of us speaking a word. Until my curiosity got the best of me.

Your POV
"Hey, (y/n)?" Bell asks. I turn my head towards the boy with white hair.
"Yes?" I answer. Bell pauses and hesitates to answer.
"How'd you get those scars?" My eyes go wide at that question. I start to tremble and look down at the ground as I remember my dark past.
"(Y/n)! Are you alright!? I'm sorry, you don't have to answer! I was just curious is all!"
"No, it's okay. You deserve to know. I know we just met, but you are the closest person I have other than my God. And we aren't even that close. I feel I just need to tell you. We're friends after all, right?"

Bell POV
...Friends? Why does that word make me so...so mad?
"Alright, if that's what you feel like you should do. I'm listening." I scoot closer to her. I look at her (e/c) eyes, they seem sad.
"It's been a year and a half since I've escaped..." (y/n) begins. She pauses.
"From where?" I inquire. She sits silent for a bit.
"...my mum." Her words are shakey. I look at her surprised. What drove her to run away? Why does she sound so scared? So many questions.
"Ever since I was ten years old, my mum started to abuse me. She'd slap me, pull my hair, whip me with a belt, have me kneel on broken glass, and other horrible tortures. I don't know why she did it. Before all that, she loved me, and cared about me so much...I don't know what caused her to change." (Y/n) explains, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

I feel so sad. My chest hurts to hear her story. To think that a person who raised you, would do that. I stay quiet.
"All I know is that whenever she'd hurt me, she'd mumble over and over again, that 'it's my fault', and 'he doesn't love me'. My dad left us when I was 11. My mum snapped. And the beatings got worse and more frequent." Her tears began to fall.
"One day, I decided I was going to escape. On my 12th birthday, I attempted to escape through the second story window of our house. I ended up slipping and breaking my left leg and arm. I thought I could bare the pain and make it out, but she caught me. I attempted to escape over and over, time and time again. The day I escaped, I ran, and I didn't stop running. My mum, she saw me running and told me to come back. I didn't listen." Her voice hitched. I continued to look into her sad, lifeless (e/c) orbs. Tears threatening to fall down my face. It hurts to see her like this.
"Now I can't help but think about her searching for me. I keep thinking, 'what happens if she finds me', 'when is she going to find me'. I just feel so lost and alone, and I can't help but think that she will find me one day, and take me away to hurt me again." (Y/n) was sobbing now. My tears begin to fall as well. She looks at me.
"Why are you cryi-"

Your POV
I feel Bell's arms wrap around me tightly.
"I won't let her, (y/n). No matter what, I will protect you." Bell says. I sob even more into his chest, gripping his shirt. I've never felt so safe. So warm. I feel so protected in his arms. Maybe there is hope for me to love someone. To trust them. To give them my heart.

"Thank you, Bell. I've never felt so safe until now." I say truthfully. I look up into his bright red eyes which are filled with tears, "Really, thank you so much!" I smile and hug him, still crying.

Bell POV
I look back at (y/n) who was crying into my chest again. I lightly blush. I can't help but hug her tighter.
(Y/n), even though we met not long ago, I feel like I've known you for years. I will protect you. Even if that means running away with you. I can't lie to myself. I think...I've fallen for you.

A.N.
Oho...sort of cliffhanger. What will happen next? Will you become apart of the Hestia Familia? Will you and Bell run away? Will your mum find you? Who knows? Cos...I sure...do not...yeah. sorry for the shorter chapter! I really wanted to get your backstory out of the way (just an fyi, you're 14 in this story) and I got that done (hooray). Hopefully it all makes sense. Other than the probably maybe little bit rushed relationship feelings...I don't plan on having them getting together soon. So hang in there. As always, stay hydrated and I'll see you tomorrow!
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