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Chapter One: Damsel In Distress

"Baby nobody's gonna love you like I do." His calm voice slurred due to the many beers he's had. "You know that?" His grip tightened around my shoulders.

Tears slowly feel down my flushed cheeks as I stayed there on his lap. My eyes quickly scanned the room looking for some kind of self-defense. I saw the knife from earlier. I wanted to get it so bad, but my body wouldn't move.

"I SAID DO YOU KNOW THAT!" His voice got louder as he pushed me off.

I fell down on my hands and knees and quickly crawled away. I grabbed the knife and stood there shaking. In that moment I felt helpless even with a knife. I was very positive I was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Put the fucking knife down." He laughed making his way slowly towards me. His hand trailed the edge of the table and knocked off one of the wine glasses.

I jumped, and took a shaky breath. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, and could feel the sweat that flowed down my forehead. With each step he took, I moved the other direction. "Derick, stay…away…from me."

His brown eyes filled with laughter. He ran his fingers through his chestnut brown hair and cocked his head to the side as he gritted his teeth, "Stay away from you?" He took another drink of his beer and wiped his mouth. "You don't mean that baby." Derick motioned me to come closer and to work things out with him. I knew I shouldn't have went back…but I did.

He took me in his arms and stroked my long black hair. My tears cam harder, and I could hardly breath. That's when he made his move. He grabbed my neck and stared at me with those uncaring eyes. His glare was asking me to die. I tried to gasp for air but I couldn't. Finally, I had the courage to stab him. It was one quick hit to the leg and the side. Hitting the ground hard while he bled, I grabbed a few things and ran out the door. I couldn't go far in heels. But I made it to a store called 'Second Time Around'. I knocked on the door looking in every direction hoping he didn't follow me. A tall red head came running down the stairs, she looked at me and I just stared like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hold on." She quickly opened the door and I rushed in shamefully.

"I'm sorry. I have no where to go." I cried with his blood on my hands. "I stabbed him…I finally stabbed him." It's like Niagra Falls had been released. My eyes were so flooded I couldn't see.

The lady before me was frightened and unsure. But she took me up to her apartment. She offered me a shower and afterwards I was to offer her why my hands were bloody. I let my dress fall to the floor, and quickly turned on the water. The steam rose around me as I let the water wash off my sins. It felt peaceful to take a shower and not have to worry about getting dragged out by my hair. The Shampoo flowed down my body and down the drain. I just felt so free for those moments. I got out, dried off, and put on the clothes she offered me. It was a purple crop top with black sweat pants…wasn't my style. But she was willing to help a hurt soul. I looked into the mirror. I needed to start over. I rummaged through the cabinets till I found Hydrogen Peroxide and a spray bottle. I dumped whatever it was down the sink, and poured the Peroxide in it. I grabbed the pair of scissors and cropped my hair…then I proceeded to bleach it. I sprayed the Peroxide all over my hair, but still leaving a sense of black strands underneath. I put the toilet seat down and waited thirty minutes. My hair had bleached. I finished it up by rinsing my hair with cold water and conditioner. I smiled at my new look, I felt like a different person. Although I was still trapped in my old body.

"April?" I peeked around the corner looking, and there she was with another guy and four mutant turtles. I stopped in my tracks. The first one to make eye contact with me was one with a red bandanna. His gaze sent a warning side through me…like it was telling me to stay away. So, for that moment I did. The other three were very welcoming.

"Hi! I'm Michelangelo…call me Mikey!" The Orange one was very straightforward. He tripped over his own two feet trying to get to me.

I was a little cautious. My face didn't hide anything. It was completely flushed, and I was completely scared.

"Michelangelo!" The blue one firmly stated.

The turtle moved back from me slightly frowning.

"Give her space." He uncrossed his arms and approached me slowly. "My name is Leonardo." He smiled showing straight teeth. He then pointed towards the still frowning turtle, "That is Michelangelo. But you can call him Mikey." He moved his finger towards one with a purple bandanna, "That's Donatello. Prefers Donnie or Don." Then his thumb motioned towards the one that had that glare. He was casually leaning up against the wall. His body language was saying dangerous and wild. Those are two combinations that I didn't want at the moment. "Don't mind him. That's Raphael…but call him Raph."

I remained voiceless as I studied each individual turtle.

"Ya gonna tell us ya name princess." Raphael barked still remaining relaxed.

"My name is Erin Fields…" I just looked at the turtle, his Brooklyn accent was thick…but I liked it. I was trying to figure him out more than the others…but he was unreadable.

"So, how'd ya get 'ere Erin."

"I…I…uhh…" I didn't know what to say. I was about to open my mouth when the purple one rushed at me.

"Your injuries..can I take care of them?" He asked giving me a very believable and trusting smile.

I slowly nodded my head, and watched as he opened a kit and began fixing me up.

"Where'd ya get your injuries?"

"That's enough Raphael! She will answer when she's good and ready!" Leonardo snapped at his brother.

"What da hell! It was a simple fuckin' question that coulda had a simple fucking ansuh." His attitude immediately turned into anger, causing his accent to be heavier than normal.

"Watch your language! And knock off the attitude!"

The both were at each others necks. I couldn't watch it any longer. "I fell!" I screamed my loudest capturing everyone's attention. "I…uh…fell down." I mentally kicked myself that was the worst lie I could've thought of.

"You fell?" the one tending to my injuries asked...I already knew him and Leo could see through my lie.

"Yeah. I fell." I calmly replied not making eye contact. My sad brown eyes stayed pinned to the ground.

"You must have fell pretty hard…cause the injuries I'm tending to aren't close to the story you gave me."

I shook my head no. I didn't want to be made fun of for being weak. "I…fell…" I took my left arm and wiped my nose.

"If that's where you want to leave it. Ok then." Donatello bandaged the last cut up, and looked up at his other brothers. I knew April had told them I stabbed someone…I was surprised when they didn't continuously hound me.

"Wasn't your hair just black?" April raised an eyebrow.

"I decided to go for a new look." I nervously laughed.

I could feel Raphael's glare. I didn't need to see it to know he was giving me one. I shifted uncomfortably as Leonardo then approached me.

"Erin, do you have anywhere to stay?" His voice was so soothing, I closed my eyes and listened to it.

"No…I don't." I replied slowly opening my eyes to meet his ocean blue's.

"Raphael blind fold her. You can come stay with us." The last thing I saw was Raphael coming towards me and Leonardo walking away.

The whole way out to where ever we're going I was being held. My guess was by Raphael…who ever it was they were very muscular and firm. At first I wasn't so easy. But then, I let my head rest on his shoulder. I squirmed around until I was comfortable.

"Awe Raphie she likes you!" I could hear Mikey's voice calling from the front.

I guess they thought I was sleeping…but I could hear every thing they were saying.

"Want your ass kicked Mikey?" His question resulted in Mikey keeping his comments to himself.

I let out a faint smile at the two. I could feel Raphael's head shift down and look at me. I wonder what he was thinking or if he was even smiling.

"How much farther dudes this guckey bag is heavyyyyyy." Mikey whined.

"Uh, Mikey it's pronounced Gucci and please don't get that dirty it was a pretty penny thank you." I responded a hint of sass.

"Ohhh, we got a sassy one 'ere." Raphael teased as my cheeks burned with red.

I heard a door open and close, then I was put down and unblindfolded, Mikey set my bag on the ground and I let out a small squeal that startled the bunch. "No, that is name brand we don't do that." I grabbed my bag and sat it on the table.

"Name brand?" Mikey asked a little freaked out about my reaction over a bag. "Here's a good question. How much did that thing cost?"

"About one thousand four hundred…why?" I asked as all three of they're jaw dropped open.

"And Where'd ya get that kinda money?" Raphael leaned closer to me a little curious in my answer.

"I'm a model."

Raphael looked me up and down…I can't lie I felt so violated. His stare was focused on me until a giant rat broke it.

"My sons, Leonardo has warned me that we are in presence of a guest." He then spotted me and smiled. "My friend, I am Master Splinter. I see that you have already met my sons. What brings you here and please your name?"

"My name is Erin Fields and I have no where to stay…your sons offered me here. If that is no trouble?" I asked showing him the respect they did.

"Not at all my child." His voice went from a soothing ocean to a raging storm. "Raphael please see to it that Miss Erin is comfortable, ass he will be staying in your room."

"Where da hell am I 'pose to sleep Sensei!?"

"Raphael your mouth! And the couch…where else." He laughed then shuffling away.

The rogue turtle let out a faint growl and started up the stairs. I looked at the others then followed him. The whole walk up was quiet, and the whole walk pass the other rooms were also quiet. I played with my finger until he stopped. But of course I wasn't paying attention so my fragile body bumped right into his hard shell.

"Watch where your walkin' princess." He opened the room and showed me around. His tour basically concluded with don't touch nothing.

"Thank you for letting me stay." I was trying to be friendly with the angry creature.

"Ehh, don't thank me. Thank Fearless. I could careless where ya stay tonight." He turned his shoulder and left me standing there. He was so angry I could feel it. He suffocated me when he came into a room, but it was a different feeling. It wasn't like Derick's. Raphael's was filled with empty threats, where Derick's weren't close to empty.

I climbed under the black blanket and laid there thinking about everything. But my biggest though was how I was going to tell the guys about Derick. My eyes became heavy and soon my body gave up, I let sleep win.