Hey guys. This is my first story so please review. You will probably get to know that I am not the best speller in the world (although auto correct fixes a lot of them) I'm sorry if my grammar is bad. Disclaimer-I do not own harvest moon or any of its characters. Please enjoy x

Chapter 1 - Chelsea's P.O.V

I'd never really liked the city. It was way too loud and everyone was so rude. I've always had a fear that I'd get lost or mugged so that's why I'm moving out. I turned 18 last week and now I was free to go where ever the hell I liked. I had a friend over at a little island so here I was packing whatever I could into my tiny suitcase. I lived in an apartment with my aunt, Jill. She had just got a new bloke, Skye. He was nice enough but our little flat was getting overcrowded and gave me an excuse to leave. I was going to stay with Julia, my friend, until I found a suitable home. I finished throwing the last of my clothes into the case and fastened my signature red bandana on my head of messy hair before taking my case into the sitting room. Aunt Jill and Skye were sat on the sofa together. She looked up at me with shock set in her eyes. I hated goodbyes so I didn't tell her I was going until now. I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking up guiltily.

"Um….the boat leaves in an hour" I stuttered. We were left in silence before she finally got up. I could see the tears slide down her cheeks as she pulled me into a bear hug.

"My little Chels is growing up" she sobbed into my shoulder. I returned the hug while holding back tears. Jill had taken care of me since I was 5 and we were really close. I though carefully about what I was going to say before quietly replying.

"I'm going to stay with Julia for a while before finding a place of my own" I couldn't stand much more of this. I quickly picked up my case and headed for the door. I turned round to look at her.

"Ring me when you get there Hun. And write everyday" tears were welling up in my eyes and threatened to break over the flood barriers. She knew I hated the city. I gave Skye a one armed hug before heading back to the door.

I promise" I whispered, afraid my voice was going to break. I pulled the door closed behind me and ran towards the docks.

I was almost halfway there when I ran into a small figure. I landed on my butt. I looked up to see a girl with jet black, waist-length hair and glasses with a bow to hold up her hair, looking down at me. Before I could register what had happened she had tears in her eyes.

"I..I'm so s..sorry miss" she stuttered while holding out a shaky hand. I quickly took it and stood up. I started to feel guilty.

"No, no it's my fault" I said to her, trying to get her to stop crying. "I should have been looking where I was going" I smiled weakly at her to show that I wasn't angry.

"I'm Chelsea by the way" I smiled while sticking out my hand for her to shake. She sniffed loudly and wiped away her tears with the corner of her baby pink cardigan. She took my hand.

"My n..names Sabrina" she replied quietly. It took me a few tomes to work out what she had said as she was so quiet. I glanced at my watch. 5:45. The boat left at 6:00 and it took a good 20 minutes to get to the docks. Panicked I said my goodbyes and left Sabrina staring at me as I ran off. i stopped down a street out of breath. I dropped my suitcase and fell to my knees. I t was 6:05. I'd missed it. That was the last boat until morning. I crawled into a ball and clutched my chest. Tears streamed down my face as my heart threatened to burst. I didn't care who was watching, I just needed a rest.

I don't know how long I was asleep for but when I woke it was growing dark. No-one had attempted to even approach me. Everyone in the city were ignorant and just down right mean. They probably though that I was another homeless person, resting for the night. I got up slowly and rubbed my eyes. They were red and puffy from crying. I couldn't go back home because Skye had took Jill out for a surprise holiday weekend trip and the next boat wasn't until 10am tomorrow. I looked at my watch. 9:20. I felt a new wave of tears hit me. I picked up my case and looked around. It was dark. Really dark. It was the time of night when all the bums, crack heads and sluts came out. I was scared. I slowly made my way to the docks for the third time. I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself so I walked at a normal pace. Maybe I was just being paranoid but after a few minutes I was sure someone was following me. I quickened my pace ever so slightly. Suddenly a heavy hand grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the wall. I dropped my case and froze. A wave of nausea swept over me as the smell of alcohol smacked me in the face.

"hello beautiful, what are you doing out this late?" the gruff face inches away from mine slurred. I looked around for any sign of life and debated whether or not it was worth screaming. I was sure I was going to die. Right here, right now. His nose was now touching mine. Adrenalin kicked in and I raised my knee. The man let to of me and clutched his manhood. He felt o his knees.

"little bitch!" he yelled. I tried to run away but he grabbed my ankle. I fell to the floor and my face hit something hard. I touched my head and felt a warm, sticky liquid run down my face and drip onto my white blouse. I tried to look up but my vision was obscured with blood. I felt someone came up behind me and I immediately thought it was one of the drunk's mates.

"hey what do you think you're doing?" a cool, velvet voice asked. It defiantly want the mans and I don't think it was one of his friends either. The voice was more chilling yet I felt more secure with him. Was that even possible? I looked up and could make out a black figure with a hat standing over me.

"ima gonna give that little bitch what she deserves" he sneered. I flinched. An arm suddenly grabbed the top of mine and pulled me up. I wobbled but managed to keep my balance even though I still couldn't see. My head was now spinning.

"get out of here." The cool voiced person spat without emotion. My heart stopped. I dint want anyone to get hurt too. I attempted to intervene but a strong arm held me back. I heard the drunk get up of the floor and more closer.

"not till I get what I need" he slurred. I froze. Unable to move. Suddenly I heard I punch fly out. At first I thought it was the velvet voiced guy but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. The groaning behind us grew fainter. The guy with the Stetson cowboy hat must have been about 6"2 and towered over my tiny 5"5 frame. As he strode ahead with his hand sternly held onto my wrist I was nearly lifted off the ground until he stopped and I crashed into his chest.

"what the hell are you doing out this late? It's dangerous for women to be out at night especially in the city." He growled. I was now straining to stay awake. His anger radiated out towards me. I paused, vision going fuzzy.

"I m..missed the boat" I stuttered before collapsing to the ground.

I know it's a little short but I'm just starting off. Stay tuned to find out more. x