(thank you to FyrenBrimstone, who helped me write this. I'm sorry, babes. Requested by UseUrNameM8, have fun with this one love.)

Your P.O.V.

He was doing it again...

My boyfriend had anger issues, and it didn't help that he was drunk half of the time. Like right now. One of his friends also doomed me even more by offering him some of their narcotics.

"(Y/N)! COME HERE, YOU LITTLE SLUT!" I shuddered and went as quickly and quietly as possible to my roid raging tormentor, trying not to whimper.

"Yes?" He made to slap me. I flinched. He laughed loudly, making me shake like a leaf.

"You can't handle some pain, you useless little slut?" He kicked me in the stomach. I fell to the ground and started crying.

"You're even weaker than I thought! Haven't you toughened up by now?" He continued beating me, not hurting me with his words anymore. At one point, he broke his bottle over my head, but I couldn't feel it. I was close to passing out.

*timeskip*

"(Y/N), you need to leave him." My friend and I were going on a hike. I sighed.

"If I do, he'll find me and probably beat me to death. I can't see a way out." She reached out to hold my hand. I flinched away.

"Sorry. Did I go too fast?" I nodded.

"D-Don't worry about it. You shouldn't care, anyway." She sighed and shook her head, slowly grabbing my hand to hold it.

"I do care. You can't stop me from caring. I'm going to protect you, hun." Suddenly, an explosion went off nearby. I yelped and shielded myself.

"Hey, hey hey hey, shh..." She pulled me into a hug. I shuddered away from her touch. When I relaxed, she started petting my hair and comforting me with her words. She always made sure I was okay whenever I got hurt or broke down. She dragged me away from John multiple times, once she even got hurt herself because of my weakness.

And what was I doing in return? Ruining her shirt with my tears. Making her stop just to make sure that I was okay, both extremely selfish and pointless. Being rude by rejecting her touch and lying to her about everything that was me. I'm a terrible person, and yet she stays with me, refusing to believe the truth. She's helped me so much, and I've only ruined her life in return.

I heard a quiet thud behind me, as if something landed after jumping off the trees. Morgan started shaking.

"D-don't worry, (Y/N), everything's fine..." I pulled away from the hug to look at her. She was terrified.

"No, it's not fine. What's happening?" She whimpered. I turned to look, but she grabbed my head and made me look at her.

'Don't.' she mouthed. I gave her a confused look. She just shook her head and continued staring behind me. Someone behind me walked away. Morgan relaxed instantly and sighed with relief.

"Who was it?"

"I don't know, but he was armed, and looked threatening. I was so scared that we would die." I hug her tighter. She hugs tighter in return.

"C'mon, let's get back to the hike." She nods and lets go. I let go too, and we continue walking.

CBS's P.O.V.(back to when the explosion happened)

One of the Soldiers rocket-jumps went awry, resulting in blowing himself up. I chuckled. Someone in the forest yelped, sounded like a female.

"Bloody hell, who's this close to a battlefield?" I climbed up the tree further, for better speed to get to whoever she was. I flew through the trees, eventually getting to a small clearing.

A pair of women were there, one with blonde curly hair and glasses, the other with (H/C) hair. The latter looked a little ragged, but it was kind of endearing. I lept down to get a better look at them. The blonde one started shaking.

"d-don't worry, (Y/N), everything's fine..." So her name was (Y/N)? It's a nice name...

I noticed that her clothes were dirty, and she had concealer on in awkward places. Was she getting abused?

"No, it's not fine. What's happening?" She turned, but her friend pulled her back. I could've sworn that girl had (E/C) eyes...They complimented her whole look.

I decided to stop terrifying the blonde one. But before I left, I pulled out a tracker and put it on (Y/N). Then I walked away.

I heard them talking a bit more, then I heard the leaves crunching beneath their feet as they walked this way. I growled to myself. They shouldn't be going this way.

Once they get close enough to where I am, I step out into their view.

The blonde one gasps and grabs (Y/N)'s hand.

"You shouldn't go this way. It's dangerous right now." The blonde one nods rapidly and tries to drag (Y/N) off. I walk over to them.

"And (Y/N)..." I stand in front of her and look down at her. She's shaking and looking down. I cup her face in my hands and coax her into looking up at me. She has tears in her eyes.

"You'll be safe soon, love." I let go of her and walk away. I can hear them chattering behind me, but I don't try to listen. I'm just waiting for her to get home so I can kill that son of a bitch who dared to lay his hands on a woman like that.

Your P.O.V.

"Okay, he isn't looking, let's go!" She squeezes my hand and drags me away.

"I wonder what he meant by safe..."

"Who cares what he meant?! We need to get to safety first!" I let her drag me off. It's not like this was my one place of safety...

*(Kill me)Later~*

Your P.O.V.

Once I got home, I smelled booze and pizza. He had his friends over again. I needed to sneak in, knowing he wouldn't know I was gone. He never knew unless I came in the front door, and that meant a beating.

I slipped to the back of the house, climbing through a window. I landed on the floor quietly in the kitchen. Thank God they were in the living room. I slowly crawl through the vent on the ground to a safe place(the bathroom) then make my way to my 'room', just as if I had just been using the bathroom.

My room wasn't much of a room at all. It was a dingy closet, and there was always at least one spider in there to keep me company. I barely had room to sit around the brooms, jugs of bleach, and empty bottles tossed in here that made it reek. I had considered chugging the bleach once, but Morgan was able to talk me out of it.

The friend who gave John the drugs, Jorell, was laughing loudly. He always did that whenever he offered John drugs. The time John took them, he laughed even louder than before. I had considered turning Jorell in for dealing dope, but I knew that John would know it was me, and then he'd beat me raw.

Jorell laughed louder than he did earlier. John had taken them again. I wanted to run so badly, but I couldn't. He'd find me, then kill me. Hot tears started running down my face. I desperately tried to stay quiet and tried to make myself smaller. I knew he would come up here.

I heard some crashing and screaming downstairs. Apparently, John had started taking out his aggressions on his friends as well. That probably meant more for me as well.

I heard somebody running upstairs. The person who threw my door open was Jorell. He was covered in blood and there was fear in his eyes.

"You gotta get out of here! There's a crazy guy who killed everybody downstairs, including John!" I was frozen with shock. He was...dead? He grabbed me and shook me.

"What the hell are you doing just sitting there?! Go, run!" Suddenly, something burst from his chest, getting blood all over me. He let go of me, dropping me to the floor. The knife was pulled out, and he fell to the floor, dead as a doornail.

I trembled with fear. Whoever this was, they were going to kill me next. I must not have realized how tired I was, because combined with the shock of being free, having somebody die in front of me, and not sleeping for three days, I passed out.

CBS's P.O.V.

Once he dropped to the floor, I saw the girl I was looking for. She was in a closet, most likely her room. I couldn't understand how she was sleeping there. It was filthy, even to me. I don't know how she tolerated it.

She was trembling for a moment, then she fainted. Probably because of the blood. It was easier for me, anyway.

I swept her up into my arms and carried her out. I stepped outside and nodded at Christian Pure Spy, who went inside and started cleaning up. He understood why I was doing this. Thank god he agreed to help me, otherwise I couldn't have done this.

I run back to my cabin. It's comfortable and safe there, the best place for her.

Once I get there, I set her down and check her for a phone. I grab it and see that she's at low battery. I hook it up to my charger, grateful she has the same type of phone I do, then check her clothes for sizes. I don't find any.

"Bugger." She looks like a medium in Men's, so I guess that's what I'm getting for her. Wait, scratch that, a small. I growl and am filled with gratitude that I killed them all. She'll be a medium soon enough, with proper feeding...

Your P.O.V.

I wake up in a bed. Like, a real one, and not my boyfriend's, either. I try to sit up, but hiss in pain and lay back down. Somebody comes in the room.

"You may not want to try and move for a while. The salve that's healing you right now doesn't exactly like it when you move." I quirk an eyebrow. Salve? Healing? Does...Does medicine have feelings?

The mystery person sits down on the bed and brushes some of my dead hair from my face. My eyes widen.

"Y-You. So...This is safe?" He nods and smiles gently. I smile back. He shifts a bit, visibly uncomfortable.

"Do you know what cup size you are? I had a hard time finding some proper underclothes for you." I blush lightly.

"Um...*insert cup size here*..." He blushes and smiles a bit wider.

"Okay. Thanks, love." I quirked an eyebrow again.

"Why do you keep calling me 'love'?" He grins like the cat that got the cream.

"Because you're sweet, tender, and beautiful. Just like love. You're also broken, but love can fix that too." He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. It leaves me in a tizzy. My first real loving touch...

"You should get some more sleep. See you later, darl." He ruffles my hair a bit and leaves. I fall asleep shortly after, craving being alone with no possibility of getting hurt.

*let's just skip the embarrassment of CBS shopping at Victoria's Secret lol*

Your P.O.V.

I woke up feeling completely refreshed. There was an outfit waiting for me on the dresser. I sat up, and relief flooded through me. The salve worked its magic, apparently, and I felt amazing. I checked myself over, and there were no bruises. I didn't even consider the fact that he rubbed his hands all over my body.

I went outside the room dressed in what he had given me. He looked up and smiled warmly.

"You hungry?" My stomach takes that moment to take action, and I blush deeply at the loud noise. He chuckles.

"Sit down, I got something for you." I cautiously sit down on the couch. He sits down next to me and spears some of the food with a fork, bringing it up and poking my mouth with it.

I blush and open my mouth. He continues feeding me for a few minutes, until the food is gone.

"I'm not a baby..." He chuckles.

"I didn't want you to choke. I had to, you probably wouldn't have been able to restrain yourself from scarfing it down." I giggle. He smiles widely.

"Why are you doing this? For me, of all people?" His expression darkens.

"I've had experience with what you went through, only much worse. The bloody wanks killed me, too. I still don't know how I'm alive today. I'm just glad I was able to help somebody else out." I blush and look down. He tilts my chin up to look at him.

"You have the prettiest (E/C) eyes...Like *insert beautiful flirty synonym to your eye colour here*." I blush harder. He leans towards me. I don't fight him.

It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had up to that point. I was tempted to kiss back immediately. After a few seconds, he suddenly pulls back, letting go of my chin and scooting away a bit, coughing awkwardly.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..." I smile and lean on his shoulder.

"It's okay." He sends a cautious smile my way. I smile back. We would have to take this slowly, but this could work out.