Nova's POV

I sighed as I got out of bed noting that this was the best sleep I've ever had and I was already missing it knowing I'm heading back to hell.

I didn't have a phone to know what the time was or how long I slept, i went downstairs looking for the old man ready to leave.

"Sir" I called out.

"Yes young lady" He replied coming out of a different room. "I'm ready to leave"

"Alright follow me" he said as he led me out of the house. The exterior of the house was captivating who knew people still designed houses like this. I waited for him as he drove out a black Mercedes

"Wow" I said to myself, I was about to enter before the old man came out and opened the door for me instead

"Thank you" I smiled before getting in and he nodded in response. I told him my address as we drove out since town was close to the forest it wouldn't take us time to get there.

The drive was quiet and I was trying to push back the thought of what happened yesterday, I was still frightened

What if the man and his goons comes looking for me. I shook my head furiously trying to clear those thoughts from my mind.

'No think of something else' that man to be exact, who knew such beauty existed, such muscular building, long dark hair that fell to his shoulders, dull grey eyes accompanied with a bit of dark circles making him look rough, his short stubble beard adding more roughness to his look.

If not for his bad mouth he would have been perfect then again it made him more sexy.

When we got to my street I got off telling the old man I'd walk from here, I didn't want any trouble, I thanked him again before he drove off.

I started thinking of an excuse, lie, something to tell them, should I just tell them the truth.

I stood in front of my door walking around in circles still not knowing what to tell them, I was so scared to ring the door bell but I did anyways.

Mother was the one who opened the door. Her glare pierced into my soul...she was furious, she pulled me in by the ear and shoved me to the floor

"Where have you been!!" she slapped me across the face "I-"

"You ran away again right!" she gave me another slap, tears stung at the back of my eyes.

She was about to give me another slap but stopped when she finally noticed the bandage on my wrist.

I-I got into an accident and was at the hospital till I got discharged today" I choked on my tears.

I couldn't tell her the truth, she just huffed and watched me cry. Father came down the stairs dressed in his cop outfit.

"honey I thought you weren't going to work today" she said softly.

He looked at me then at her "I just got a call about some guy who got stabbed and died in an alley"

My eyes widened in shock 'died..he died'. I started shaking uncontrollably. I-I killed someone.

"Look who decided to come back"Father laughed folding his arms.

"can you believe the lie she told me...I was in an accident and was at the hospital" she mimicked my voice

"But I was" my voice cracked.

"shut up!!" she spat in a sharp tone and stomped towards me removing my bandages

"Where are the wounds then, you think I'm a fool" my eyes widened in shock, my wounds were closed up not leaving a single mark, how did they heal so fast.

I shook my head in fear "I promise you I'm not lying" she was about to hit me again but father spoke

"Don't worry honey I'll deal with her when I get back" he said before leaving.

I stayed on the floor trying to control my tears.

"well what are you still doing here!!" she yelled at me.

I scrambled to my room and shut the door. no..no..no father rarely hits me but when he does.

My mind flashed back to the last time he hit me where he tied my hands and legs and told me to count to 30 as he wiped me with his belt in my undies.

I teared up thinking I'm going to experience that again maybe even worse.

After crying for what felt like hours I headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The warm water cooled my nerves, I touched the cheek where she hit me and it stung. I'm sure she left a mark.

My eyes wondered to my arms and stomach, how did they heal so fast, I touched them noticing the skin in some places were more soft and delicate than others but I still felt some pain in those areas.

Whatever medication he gave me worked like magic.

I finished showering and went to my room. I dropped my towel and stared at my naked body in the mirror. The milk like skin I had growing up had changed drastically, my eyes wondered from the scar that crossed my thigh to the littles ones on back, with thoughts ravaging my mind I finally decided, I'm running away again I can't do this anymore, I have to try.

Its possible that I can stay in a motel or something 'yeah that could work'. I'll leave at noon.