A/n: warning: domestic violence, FLUFF ANF MAJOR FEELS

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I slipped into the house, breathing out silently in relief as the door didn't creak. I was not out of the clear yet, but I was one step closer. I slowly made my way up the stairs and almost cried in relief as the stairs did not creak. Upstairs, the floor did not creak. It was t until I touched my door knob that a loud, ear shattering creak rang through the house.

"REBECCA!" A guttural yell sounded.

My eyes went wide and I dove into my room, pulling my door shut and locking it. The door knob rocked in its socket with the pressure he put on the knob and I was already almost crying. I could already smell the alcohol and feel the bruises forming.

"REBECCA!" The yell came again.

I shut my eyes tight and felt the panic fill my lungs. Not now, not now!

My the door flew open, and there, stood my worst nightmare. My father smiled at me wickedly. "Rebecca, you've been a naughty, naughty girl... Time for your pinshment."

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"Rebecca? Rebecca!" Someone shook me and I shot up straight in my seat, my eyes bugged out and my chest heaving. "Nightmare much?" The same voice sneered,

I looked over to see Tristan, the boy that had stepped up to bully me as Jackson had suddenly become a nice guy. Well, nicer. Tristan had made it his life goal to torment me and send me home crying very single day. Like the abuse from my dad was t enough...

I felt the panic swim before my eyes and I couldn't. Everything seemed to close in around me and I looked at the yea her. It was too late, and the bell wasn't ringing. I shot out of my seat and into the hall, falling against the wall. I stumbled and tried to regain my balance, the world spinning around me as my chest restricted.

I shot through the halls, getting outside and out to the empty Lacrosse field. I fell to my knees on the grass and my palms hit the dirt. I wrapped my right hand around my ribs, which hurt, and looked up. I had to be more hidden. I had to be more out of the way. I might be on an empty field, but I was in the middle of an empty field. Plus, empty fields tended to fill up.

I stood shakily and swayed, falling against the gate. I stumbled behind the bleacher and lay on my back on the grass in the shade, hidden.

I couldn't breath still and I was sobbing, covering my mouth as I tried to stay quiet. I closed my eyes and all I saw was my dad's fists hitting me in the ribs again and again. I held them tenderly, wincing. The crying didn't help with my breathing issue, and the panic was still l consuming me. It enveloped me as I now had nothing else to think and I felt I was drowning, falls slowly to the bottom of a sea.

"Breath," someone said. I didn't register who it was or anything other than the words. "I... Can you focus on my voice?" Hands on mine, gently rubbing the back of it. "Or my touch?" They pulled me up and I now leaned against the gate. Hands on my face, caressing me gently. "You're safe. It's okay. I'm here and no one will hurt you."

"He's going to- it's too- I'm not going to-"

"Who?" The voice asked.

The panic broke and I was just sobbing now. My hands shook lightly and my head fell forward as my body was wracked in sobs. The person pulled me to their chest and I curled into a ball against it. I winced once again as my bruised ribs shot a pain through my stomach.

They pushed me lightly against the fence again. "Take off your shirt."

"What?!" I demanded,

"Trust me. I won't hurt you, I swear."

I blindly listened, still not knowing who was helping me. I took my shirt off and the person gasped, fingers ever so slightly grazing the dark bruises. "Who?" They growled.

I finally was calm enough to look at the person and I shrunk away. It was none other than Isacc Lahey, and his eyes were burning yellow. "Your.. Eyes," I whispered.

"Sorry." He blinked hard and shook his head. "I just... It makes me SO MAD!"

"Why?" I asked. "Excuse my forward words, but we aren't friends. Or anything. I may have had a crush on you for years but we don't-" I snapped my mouth closed.

"What?" Isacc asked, looking up at me and smirking,

"I-" I shook my head. "Nothing. Don't change the subject. Why?"

"I may have had a crush on you for years, but I didn't think you liked me back," he said, mocking me at the beginning and smirking a little more at the end. "Seeing the girl I like going through the same bull crap I did... At the ,defy of someone, being broken and bruised..."

I sighed. "It's the harm he does to me that you should be worried about," I mumbled.

"What do you mean?" He asked, worried.

My eyes shot wide. "N-nothing."

"Show me," he told me.

"N- Stop! Stop caring, okay? This is weird."

"No!" He yelled back. "No," he repeated, softer. "Unless. Unless you really, truly want me to."

I looked away. "I want you to leave me alone," I said quietly

"Not convincing," he stated blankly,

I looked him straight in the face and mustered every single acting fiber I'd gotten in the past while, covering for my dad. "Leave me alone, Isacc," I demanded firmly.

He immediately took my face in his hand and pressed his lips to mine. I reacted immediately, my lips working against his and leaning in, my hand opposite the one he had on my face going to his hair. I moaned quietly.

"If I can make you moan with just a play kiss, I wonder what would happen if I-" he began.

"Okay," I said, cutting him of. He chuckled.

"Still want me to go away?" He asked.

"Isacc... I come with baggage."

"I won't let him touch you again. Whoever it is!

"My dad," I whispered.

"My dad abused me too," he whispered back. "Letting him bully you won't make it stop. It won't do anything good for you. Come with me, run away. I know where I can keep you safe," he told me.

"I don't know Isacc..."

"I'll protect you," he repeated. "You'll never have to see him again."

That's hit a string. "Never?" I asked, looking at him very seriously.

He gripped my hand. "Never," he repeated solidly. And just for the hell of it, he kissed me again.

I leaned my forehead against his, chuckling. "Thank you," I told him.

"Don't ever mention it," he responded, pulling me to him gingerly. "I am only happy that I was able to help you."

I leaned my head against his chest. "Me too."

"I hate to meet you and ask this, but we have known each other a while, if we haven't been close..." Isacc said, rambling.

I smiled, closing my eyes. "Hm?" I asked, humming,

"Will you...?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around my stomach, avoiding my ribs.

"Yes," I answer simply.

"Cool." I could hear the smile on his face.

We stayed there a long time, until the bell rang. Then we stayed there a bit longer. Overall, it was nice.