*Creighton's pov*

I laid back on my roof, propping myself on my arms. I knew I was still shirtless, but no one could see the scars and the new bruises from up here.

The sun started to go down and I knew my father would soon be going to sleep. He always went to sleep early because he would say that he couldn't stand to look at me. I sighed and looked up at the orange colored sky. It would be perfect to have a girlfriend and watch the sunset together. I've only had one girlfriend in my life but I had to break up with her. She was getting suspicious when I would come over limping.

I never wanted anyone to know that I had to go through this. I didn't want pity. I may not be a 'manly' man but there was no way in hell that I was going to take anyone's pity.

Jessamine had gone back into her house about ten minutes ago and I was a little sad. I thought I had seen her look over here a couple of times but I doubt it. I never peaked her interest. I wasn't Joey. The Joey that had it all.

Everyone knew Jessamine and Joey were talking. It saddened me that such a sweet girl would like a jerk like that but that was the story of my life. I'd never have her, but I really hope Jessamine realizes that he doesn't deserve her.

The sky turned into a purplish color and I hugged my knees to my chest. I cried out in pain.

"That man should rot in prison," a soft voice mumbled.

I looked down to see a petite figure looking up at me.

"Who are you?" I asked. My eyesight wasn't the best, especially when it was dark.

"I'm Abby. I just moved in next door yesterday. I heard screaming in your house," she said quietly.

I knew that if I went down to her through my house my dad would find me. I went to the tree right next to the edge of the roof and climbed down it carefully. I winced in pain as I descended the tree.

Abby was standing right next to the tree waiting for me. When I got down I gasped. She was really pretty. She looked like she would be one of Jessamine's friends.

Abby had long curly blond hair and pretty brown eyes. She was really short and I basically towered over her.

I then realized I wasn't wearing a shirt, and it was probably light enough for her to see my scars and bruises.

"Are you okay?" She asked me. She had a pretty voice and I flipped my long black hair out of my eyes.

"I've been better," I said and stood awkwardly in front of her.

She gave me a sad smile and she grabbed my hand. I was shocked by the action. She led me over to her yard and she took me into her house.

"Abby, I don't think this is a good idea," I protested but it was too late. I was already in her house and she was taking me up to her room.

"Wait here," she said sternly and I did as she said. I looked around her room and was shocked. I expected her room to be bright and girly. Instead it was black and a deep shade of purple. Everything was perfectly organized and she had pictures of bands all over her walls.

She came back in and tossed me a shirt. I looked down at it. It was a guys shirt.

"It's my brothers. He will never know it's gone," she said and sat down on the edge of her bed.

"You like all these bands?" I asked her. She had Black Veil Brides, Rise Against, Falling in Reverse, and more band posters all over her wall.

"No, I just have them there to decorate," she said sarcastically and smiled at me. She was really pretty. If I didn't have the biggest on crush on Jessamine I would want to date her. But no matter what I could never get my heart to leave Jessamine. Whether she knew it or not, my heart was hers.

"What's your name?" Abby asked.

"Creighton," I told her. I hated my unusual name but had gotten used to it over the years.

"That's a weird name. That isn't fitting for you," she said cutely. Was this girl flirting with me?

I laughed nervously. I wanted to go back to my house. I didn't want to give her any wrong ideas.

"Do you not like me?" She asked sounding a little hurt.

"No that's not it. You seem like a sweet girl. I just thought you were flirting with me for a second," I said quietly.

She chuckled and got up.

"I was but I can tell you like another girl. We can still be friends though can't we?" She asked and walked up next to me. I looked down at her and nodded my head.

"Hey if you ever need a place to hide from your dad, you're welcome here," her sweet voice said.

"Thank you, Abby. Hey just so you know, at school you probably shouldn't be seen with me," I said. I figured I should give her some fair warning.

"Why not?" She asked, confused.

"I'm not exactly popular in school. I'm at the very bottom of that status. So I think you should save yourself," I told her. She doesn't deserve any of it. She frowned and nodded.

"I'm gonna go home. Thanks again. My dad is probably asleep now," I said and started to walk out.

"Bye Creighton," she yelled and a smile tugged at my lips. I walked out of her house and started climbing up the tree slowly. I winced every time I moved my arms.

I crawled into my window and decided I should take a shower since I had just climbed a tree.

I took my clothes off and hopped into the shower. The hot water hit my skin and it felt amazing. I got out and put on my boxers and laid down in bed slowly.

I grabbed a book. Yes I'm a nerd. I love to read. And I love romance novels too. I always wanted to be one of the guys in them because no matter what they always got the girl of their dreams. Too bad my life isn't one. Then I knew I'd get Jesse. I read the book slowly and felt my eyelids getting heavy.

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*Jessamine's pov*

I walked into my house, hoping to avoid a confrontation with my mother. I had seen Creighton outside on his roof and it was hard not to stare at him. I missed the times that we were friends. But my mother never let me talk to him again.

My mother wanted me to be perfect since I am her only child. She wanted the popular cheerleader daughter when in reality I hated it. I hated wearing the bright clothes. I hated being a bitch to people. I hated the fact that my mother was making me talk to Joey. I really didn't want to. He was an asshole but since he is the best basketball, soccer, and football player we have my mother forced me to talk to him. Joey thought I actually liked him. I didn't. I really didn't trust anyone.

Being popular made me realize just how catty everyone is. They would turn on you in a heartbeat if it meant they could be number one. If it meant hurting someone they would say it.

I sighed and went upstairs and studied for my history test when Joey texted me.

Hey baby want to come over to my party ;)

I rolled my eyes.

No. I have things to do. I am not in a partying mood tonight babe 

I almost gagged when I called him babe. I really didn't want to. He wanted me to go over there to have sex. I'm still a virgin and I am not having sex with the biggest player on the face of the earth. He probably has some STI or something.

I shut my phone off to study, not caring if Joey got mad. I wasn't scared of him. I was scared of my mother. When my father was home she used to be so sweet and caring. Every time he leaves it becomes hell. I put on a happy face though. No one needed to know the truth. All that mattered was that I was popular, athletic, and smart. My happiness meant nothing to my mother.

I was starting to begin to wonder if it means anything to me or not too.

I never even once tried to make myself happy during high school. In middle school I would fight with my mother. I learned to stop though.

I went into the bathroom once I remembered I had my contacts in. I had perfect vision. These contacts weren't to help me see. They were to make my eyes blue. I had brown eyes and my mother hated it. She wanted her daughter to have bright blue eyes. She bought me blue contacts to change my eyes. She said I looked prettier with blue eyes. Well not really. She never says that. She always says you look prettier than normal.

I shrugged my shoulders seeing myself as me once I washed all that makeup off my face.

I was plain, but with all that makeup on I looked stunning. I walked back to my bed and thought of what my life would be if my mother wasn't controlling.

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*Creighton's pov*

I jolted out of bed with tears streaming down my face. It was another nightmare.

I continued to have the same dream over and over and it never seemed to go away.

Every time it was my father killing Jessamine. I was forced to watch him take her life away from her. The sad part is I bet he would do it. That man hates my guts.

I remember him screaming that I ruined his life when I was a little boy. He didn't beat me then. Probably thought he would have gotten caught. Now he beat me to a pulp and didn't give a damn. He knew I wouldn't say anything. He had made sure of it.

I wiped away the tears that had come out of my face. I rolled over and yelped. I had forgotten that my rib was broken.

"Damn that hurt," I murmured and held my side. I sat up and looked at my alarm clock. I had half an hour till I had to get up anyways so I just turned the alarm off and decided to get on Facebook.

I knew I probably shouldn't have a Facebook since it was a breeding ground for people to bully me but I honestly didn't care. I'd take them saying things than to my father beating me senseless.

I scrolled through my messages. Many of them calling me emo and a loser. I rolled my eyes. That's the best they could come up with?

I got off of Facebook when I had enough. It didn't hurt me anymore. Wow that's sad. I'm so used to being bullied that it doesn't even bother me. I got dressed quickly and sat on my bed again.

I wondered if today was going to be better than yesterday. God I hope so.

"Creighton!" My father's deep voice bellowed. Well never mind that thought.

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