Kayley's POV

it hurts. My knee hurts, my face hurts and mostly my heart hurts. I want Ty, I want team crafted. I need them, I'll never know what I did to deserve this.

You probably guessed it. The people I'm with our my parents. The reason my life is pure hell. God, I doubt they ever wanted me.

I was an accident. I was never meant to happen. My life is messed up, you don't have to remind me, I didn't forget.

Will somebody save me? I hope not, cause they will get hurt. Do I want to be saved? Yes, but the person who saves me will get hurt.

Your probably wondering why I talking to my self. Well it distracts me from the pain happening now.

My father has pinned me against the wall, reminding me of that time that Adam hurt me. Only my father had me punned by my stomach, only cause I was really skinny, my eater disorder.

He let of if me, but my mother pinned my arms on the floor. I wiggled and screamed and kicked, I whined and squirmed but she would not let go. I saw my dad come towards us, he held a metal fire poker stick, only the end had been stuck in the fire. I screamed realising what he would do, I screamed louder as he got closer.

Ty's POV

I walked down an unfamiliar street, until I heard an unmistakable scream. Kayley. Stop imagining things, Ty! I mean tally scolded myself. Until I heard it again. I ran towards the house and climbed up to a window, inside I saw a woman pinning down Kayley, a a man held a metal fire stick on her forehead. I saw her scream and cry and squirm.

Then they left the room.