I walked through the streets, carrying bags loaded with shopping, shaking slightly. I really didn't want to go home to him. He wouldn't be happy when I got home but I guess it didn't mean much. He was never happy any more. Not since I was younger.

Sighing, I opened the door then slowly walked into the kitchen, trying to avoid him but from the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor of the landing, I knew he knew I was home. When I got into the kitchen, I began placing tins into the cupboard, trying to stay quiet but all was in vein as after a few minutes, I was interrupted by him wrapping my hair around his fist then smashing my face into the cupboard. A sharp gasp echoed through the room before I clenched my teeth together, determined not to give him what he wanted by screaming at the intense throbbing sensation. Warm liquid trickled down from my nose, landing on my upper lip.

" What? Doesn't daddy get a little scream?" he asked mockingly, venom coating his voice heavily. I didn't speak. I just straightened back up and carried on packing the shopping away as if nothing had happened.

This was my life. I kept the house in order while taking a beating for whatever my father found I deserved one for. The curtains not being straight, his beer running out, the TV not being dusted. Literally, anything. You see my mother was long gone. She left with another man when I was one and that's what caused so much malice towards me from my father. No one knew it happened though. To anyone on the outside of this house, anyone passing and looking in on my life, I was just a normal girl who had one too many accidents.

A sharp pain in the back of my head brought me out of my task again. I closed my eyes tightly but a small groan escaped my lips as I felt blood crawl down the back of my neck. I could almost see the smirk on his face. Slowly, I brought my hand to the back of my head, wincing as my fingers came in contact with my blood soaked hair. Suddenly he pushed me so I was pressed tightly against the worktop with him pressing against me. Hands settled on my shoulders for a moment before creeping down my body.

" I still want that scream" he growled in my ear. I flinched from habit and tried to turn around but he wouldn't let me. His hand grabbed the back of my head, making me look forwards as his other hand began wondering around my body. A singe tear escaped my eyes when I felt his lips on my neck which quickly became a harsh bite. I did it. I let it out and by god, did I scream. Pulling away, he chuckled before flipping me around to face him.

" Was that so hard?" he whispered, his face creeping closer to mine. I don't know what happened but before I could realise what I did, I had pushed him away. His face contorted in anger as he raised his hand but luckily, there was a knock on the door. With a hard glare in my direction, I knew I was the one who was going to have to answer it so I grabbed a tea towel on my way out and held it to the back of my head before walking towards the front door.

I pulled the door open, revealing a rather handsome man with floppy black hair, a strong jaw, wise grey eyes and a deep blue bow tie. The bow tie, matched with the tweed jacket and black slacks made him look like some kind of university professor though he only looked like he was in his mid to late 20's.

He smiled down at me, since he was like a whole head taller then me, but it wavered slightly at the sight of my nose. I didn't bother covering it up because I knew I could give a believable excuse. I had enough practise at it too.

" Good afternoon young lady. I'm doing an inspection of all the homes in this area" I nodded and stepped aside so he could get into the hall. His eyes seemed to sweep around the room as if taking the whole place in or looking for something.

" Who is it?" my father yelled loudly. I cringed slightly as I heard the anger in his voice.

" A man is here to inspect the house father. He's here inspecting all the houses in this area". The sound of grumbling reached my ears as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the door, stopping short.

" I'm going to the pub" he announced before walking out the door and slamming it loudly.

" Please excuse the mess sir. If I'd have known you were going this inspection I would have tidied up before going to the shops but I haven't had any heads up" I told the man before smiling slightly at him.

" I'm sorry ms but it was pretty short notice wasn't it? What can I say? My bosses phone me, give me an address then I go... oh. I haven't showed you my ID yet, have I?" he placed a hand in his jacket pocked but I help my hand up, shaking my head.

" No need sir. I trust you" I gave a final smile before walking in the kitchen in hoped of finding where my father had hid the first aid kit and hoping to go it had what I needed.

" Please, just carry on with your inspection like I'm not here". I called to him before bending down to the look in the cupboard but only found a half fill bottle of vodka. Sighing to myself, I pulled it out with a glass but as I did this, I spotted the green box on the top of the cabinets. I grumbled lightly while climbing on the work top so I could fetch it down.

" Need help?" someone asked from beside me. Startled, I jumped and ended up falling backwards but luckily a pair of strong arms caught me before I could hurt myself more. When I looked up, my gaze was captured by two stormy grey eyes. I couldn't help but think of the calm before the storm, you know when the grey goes dark grey for a few minutes before the thunder starts?

" I'm so sorry for startling you" I shook my head, then stood up, clearing my throat gently.

" Thank you sir"

" What's your name?" he asked, looking at me. I felt slightly inferior under his gaze, like I wasn't worthy to be standing in front of him.

" Luna sir. May I ask what your name is?"

" I'm the doctor". He told me, his hand stretched out between us. I smiled, taking his offered hand and shook it. His grip was firm but gentle on my hand, like he was trying not to hurt me.

" Well, it's very nice to meet you doctor". I opened the case and began pulling out a few of the bandages out and laying them neatly on the work top.

" If you don't mind me asking Luna, What happened to your nose? And the back of your head?" I stopped dead in my tracks.

What could I say? I could've used the falling down accident but there was just something about this man. He wasn't like others. When I looked at him, some part of my mind was screaming for me to trust him. That's the reason I didn't need to see an ID. I knew I couldn't lie to him but I didn't want to tell him. Ugh, what was happening to me?