A/N: Here is another new story. Hope ya'll enjoy it. I'll let it explain itself. You know the deal I know no one and I own no one…. DAMN.

Fighting was all I knew, But then again when you grew up the way I did you kind of get used to it. I promised myself I would never let it happen to me, especially watching what happened to my mother and what she let happen to me, but it did. I was in the relationship from hell and had no way out. The names the marks the bruises, they seemed like they were a part of me. I knew I needed out but the question was how. How do I get out of something that takes control of me fully not only at home but with my whole life? I had nowhere to run and no place to stay. The abuse came from all angles not just one like most people. I knew I had to escape, yet I didn't know that my ability to fight and my attitude would be the thing to save me and get me away from my personal hell, as well a famous stranger that I accidentally ran over in my escape from my life.