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It was week after my birthday and I had been working extra hard for my father; things had instead gotten worse than better. Both of us were under a lot of strain and we never had a proper nights sleep. I wasn't exhausted, but I wasn't as bright as daisies. My eczema was at its worst and I ached all over. I was working at the office in the U.S.A when all of a sudden a girl with spiky, purple hair and golden honey eyes stopped in front of me.

"Hi! I'm Felicity, but call me Chica, what's your name?" She smiled brightly, I warmed to her immediately. Although I wasn't one to immediately look at people think that I could talk to them, there was something about her that made me feel comfortable. Like she wouldn't judge you no matter what you have done or what's happened to you in your life.

"Hey, my name's Amethyst, Amy for short." We both shook hands and smiled at each other. She seemed like a nice girl; most I came across these days seemed to look down their noses at me - probably because I was always either in my work clothes or camped out in baggy trousers and rockin' tees. I guess being different was the one thing that put people off.

Well maybe not for Chica. She seemed quite genuine, and that was something I never took for granted. "Oh you must be Mr White's daughter! My dad has told me all about you. It's great to meet you at last!" Chica looked surprised as well as pleased to hear that I was associated with one of the company's most well known business men. I felt suddenly grim. I couldn't help but think what else she may have heard about me.

Particularly as my father didn't really have anything positive much that he would ever say to his colleagues. He seemed to prefer shunning me to the background so he didn't have to deal with me or the reactions from his work mates, who seemed to have a higher opinion of me than he ever did - even though he was my father after all.

"Yeah, I guess." I muttered, trying to conceal the fact that I was actually quite nervous - this was one of the first few opportunities in a life time that I actually had someone my age to talk to, who didn't look at me as though I was some kind of freak. And I didn't want to throw that opportunity away.

"Sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I mean obviously I've heard about you from other people - but honestly! My dad does like you and a lot of people think you're a great person-" Chica started to look flustered and worried at my less than enthusiastic reaction.

I couldn't help but smile - her obvious care for other people's feelings made me feel a lot more relaxed. Knowing that she didn't seem to listen to what other people have said about me, whether negative or not. That she wanted to find out about me for herself rather than go on a bunch of rumours.

I guess you could say that in the nature of business, other men and their daughters (or sons - trust me! Rejecting some unwanted 'advances' can add to it!) would jump at a chance to drag their colleague's name in the dirt. I couldn't count the number of times my father would come back yelling at me that some rumour had gone round that I had been out drinking; dealing drugs; sleeping round...

The funniest one was that I had slept with 7 boys at once - all in one hour. I don't know where people got these rather crude stories from, but some of them didn't half make me laugh at how ridiculous they really were. In the end when my father would calm down, he grudgingly accepted that I wasn't that sort of person. Even if I was related to one who did something similar.

Probably why he couldn't bear to look at me most of the time. Because the dark, lascivious rumours reminded him of what he used to experience with my mother, and what she then did behind his back - because their marriage was falling apart and he saw it coming. It was only a matter of time before one of them would find pleasure, desire and lust elsewhere.

"It's ok, I've just had a hard day that's all." I said apologetically, we both then relaxed and chuckled.

"Hey, d'you wanna hang out?" Chica asked almost bouncing like a puppy at the thought. I raised an eyebrow, but even so she still had made my day by just being who she was. It wasn't often I was invited out to things by other people: I guess you could say I didn't have very many friends. Although I was generally ok having my own company, I couldn't help but feel the tiniest pang of loneliness.

I looked at the clock, and then back at my computer screen. Even though I was screaming inside to actually do what I wanted for once - I still hadn't finished the work my father had set me to do. And believe me, the last thing I needed at the moment was for him to kick off again.

"Um, I would love to, but my father has some work that needs doing..." I replied awkwardly, feeling my face flush. I so badly wanted to cultivate this friendship, but what could I do? I was in enough trouble already - my father still hadn't forgiven for getting busted out of school. I hadn't even forgiven myself; I mean how stupid? Why didn't I just put my school work first and let my father be the adult?

But then and again, someone had to pick up the pieces after my mother left. And Mr. White certainly wasn't going to do that. Because at the end of the day, I always wanted to be like him - strangely enough. From day one, I couldn't help but envy the strength and power he had; I always pursued as much as I could to be like him. Even though at the end of the day, I was never sure whether I could ever be like my father. Just as Chica was about to say something, Mr. Komiyasha then came in.

Mr. Komiyasha was a nice gentleman, recently come from Japan: my father didn't have much regard for new employees, but I certainly did for this one. Whenever I needed some help with any of the work that I didn't understand or was heavier than usual - Mr. Komiyasha was always willing to help. If I were an employer, that would be something I valued above anything else.

"Is there anything I can assist with Miss White?" He offered me a kind smile as he clearly assessed the situation - bless him, I wasn't sure. Because the last I needed was my father coming home in a worse mood than he usually is. So far I had managed to keep him at bay enough so that he didn't frighten Aqua - despite all the alcohol he drank every night.

But should I be allowed to have a break shouldn't I? After all I have compensated my Dad plentifully for getting kicked out of school... yeah I'm gonna have a break...I thought for a moment, before looking at Chica's eager face and then smiled wearily.

"Alright. Why not? Mr Komiyasha, would you be kind enough to make sure the work here is saved on my memory stick? That would be greatly appreciated. And also, you wouldn't mind...covering for me would you?" I asked, adding a small wink at the end as he gave me a grin. He returned the wink and then put a finger to his lips. Perfect. I turned back to Chica.

"So where d'you want to go?" I asked with a somewhat of a smile on my face. Chica looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I know! Let's go shopping!" She squealed excitedly, and before I could say anything else she had grabbed my arm to drag me out shopping. I guess opportunities like this don't come often - so I had best enjoy it.

As we made our way out of the building, I felt a buzz in my pocket. 1 new message:

I hear you're now in New York. Looks like we'd better arrange some time in the next couple of days to meet up then. Hope you're dad's not killing you. K.

Oh, if only you knew - though I was smiling properly now. Chica had cheered me up, no doubt. But Kai just had a way of making me feel safe and secure around him - I could trust him with anything. Before I could stop myself, I texted him back:

You heard right. And judging by your text, you're also here too. Meet me at the park outside the office at 10am on Friday? So far I am still alive, so I think I'm safe on that one. See you tomorrow. A.

"AMETHYST!" A roar came from outside my bedroom that made jump from my bed. Uh-oh. My father was home - and he did not sound happy. It was Friday morning and we were due to move to Germany for his next business trip; I was in the house we were renting, packing my things ready for the next day when we were going to take our flight. I had been sat reading a book.

I quickly dropped my book and rushed out of my room. As I bounded down the stairs and into the living room, I caught sight of my father. I wasn't usually one to be fazed by his temper - but today, I had never seen my father so livid in the time in my life I had known him. "Yes?" I announced myself to the room, unable to stop my voice from trembling as I faced the full bout of his rage.

Our eyes met - those beautiful grey-blue ones that we both shared were now alight with something I had never seen before: hatred. "How fucking dare you! How could you do this to me? You promised me you would work hard and this is how you repay me?" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. I blinked rapidly as I felt my heart stop with fright.

"Wh-what d-do you m-mean?" I continued to stammer, knowing full well that I was in trouble - more than I ever had been in my life. Why? After months of non-stop work and finally making a new friend, did my life have to fall apart? Not that it mattered at the moment: I feared for my neck, which was clearly nearing danger of being broken.

A vein popped in my father's temple and he went white. "Then explain to me why the work I received is in fact a copy of some emails from your 'friends', who I specifically told you not to stay in contact with - not the fucking presentation I asked for by yesterday!" The roar was so powerful that I stumbled backwards with shock into the shelving behind me on the wall, books falling as they hit me hard on the head.

I winced in pain as my eyes started to water. Oh my God. How could I have been so stupid? Why couldn't I have just waited a few more minutes to save the work properly so I wouldn't be in this mess? But I already knew the answer. Because for once, I couldn't care less anymore whether my father's work got messed up. Maybe that would teach him a lesson - after the way he had been treating me. I wanted a life for myself; even if it was only for a few hours, it was worth it.

"I don't know." I murmured pitifully, picking myself up as I backed towards the exit to the living room. Tears were threatening to fall, and by the way Aqua was clutching at the banisters of the stairs, she was completely helpless with terror. In a flash, my father advanced towards me and before I knew it, a fist had connected with my jaw.

The blow had been so powerful that I was knocked into the hallway. Blood started to spill from my mouth where I had bitten my lip as I struggled to pick myself up and defend myself. Another fist then knocked my head against the wall, before a foot soon quickly followed into my stomach. I didn't cry out. I knew how to deal with pain - but this experience was so surreal that my body had somehow detached itself so I could move away and cower in a corner.

No more fists. I looked up, a tear finally leaking from my right eye, trickling slowly down as I met once again with my father's furious gaze. For a moment, he looked demented; haunted - as though he had seen a ghost. I said nothing as he backed away, allowing me to slowly use the wall as support to raise myself. Blood still dripped from my mouth onto my neck as I stood motionless whilst I gathered my breath. "Get out."

I turned to see my father's expression change from being alive to stony, devoid of any emotion. But it was the tone that cut me. The way he ordered me to leave as though I was dog that he had grown tired of and wanted drowned. As though I was nothing to him anymore, but a bitter memory that he would soon discard. I couldn't speak still for breathing too hard, trying to take in what he just said.

"Get out. As far as I'm concerned, you are dead to me. You are not my daughter, and I don't want you here. Keep whatever possessions you have - but those will be the only keepsake you have. Leave my life and don't ever come back." My father repeated, his voice unchanging as he stared at me with nothing but disgust.

Choking back a sob, I ran up to my room and quickly grabbed my things. Aqua soon followed and threw herself at me, hugging my waist. "Don't do it Amy! He doesn't mean it - please don't go! I need you here! Amy please!" She pleaded with me as tears poured from her. I didn't stop moving. I kept grabbing everything in my possession as she tugged frantically at my shirt.

Turning to my little sister, I placed a hand on her aqua blue hair and looked her directly in the eye. "I can't. But I love you very much and I will come back for you soon. Keep safe, and call me if you need anything." I whispered, briefly planting a kiss on her forehead as I gave her one last hug. She gripped me tightly as her sobs racked her body. God this was so hard for me.

My father hated me. And now I had to leave my sister behind - a price that was so painful to pay that it tore every particle of my being to leave her. But I knew she couldn't follow me: she deserved at least a roof over her head, clothes on her back and 3 meals a day. Something she couldn't provide on her own. I could survive this world: I didn't have a choice now.

"Goodbye sweetheart." I whispered as I released her. I didn't look back. I knew she was crying. Before my father had a chance to say anything else, I was down the stairs, out the door and standing alone on the streets of New York City. Then I finally realised: I was free. I didn't have to worry about being abused; having to clear up after my father; having to constrain myself to something I wasn't. I was my own woman at last.

It didn't take me long to reach the park outside my father's office. I didn't bother to go inside and collect anything. Whatever I had left now was now on my back. I went towards the swings. By the now the park was quite empty. Kids would be at school; parents would be at work. I dumped my bags down on the ground and sat carefully on one of the swings. I winced as I caught a sore spot on my hip.

That hadn't been one of my worst beatings. But it certainly wasn't one of my lightest. I was still bleeding from my lip, as well as possibly where I had knocked my head. And judging by the way my jaw was now very tender, I was definitely going to get a bruise there. Everything in my body felt so battered that it was any effort to keep my eyes open.

"Amy?" A voice came from a few hundred feet away as footsteps got closer. I looked to see the one person who I wanted to see right now. Kai. As he approached me, I was stunned at how he had changed: he was taller, more muscular, his hair just as thick and unruly, if not more so. There was confidence and strength in his stride, still able to walk everywhere as though he owned the place.

And his voice...I had never been more happy to see him. "Hey." I croaked as I stood up, his body before mine within seconds. His eyes were ablaze with fire as he first scanned my bags. They then moved to my face - I hadn't had time to wash off the blood and my clothes were slightly torn from when I had been thrown about. His eyebrows furrowed as he frowned deeply.

"What happened?" He demanded as his hands found my shoulers, the concern evident beneath his anger. I swallowed as I felt myself go dizzy. I hadn't realised how much energy I had used, and before I knew it I felt my knees give way. Then I felt Kai's strong hands steady me as he lowered me gently onto the seat, his amethyst eyes boring into my blue ones as he waited for an answer.

"He - he - he t-told me t-to get out. I d-didn't mean to - he was s-so angry and I-I couldn't s-stop him..." I stuttered as I felt myself shiver with cold as I felt the blood taste metallic in my mouth. I heard Kai sigh heavily through his nose as I felt him shift. As I wearily opened my eyes, he had removed his infamous scarf and was now moving it towards my face.

"Your scarf -"

"It doesn't matter." He stated firmly as gently wiped the blood away, one of his warm hands holding my face as he concentrated on the job. My face leant into his hand as I craved more of his heat to caress my skin, watching his expression flicker slightly as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. After a couple of minutes he stopped and stared at me.

My breath hitched as our gazes met for a thrilling, intense moment. One half of my brain was thinking how lucky I was to have such a good friend Kai: his unwavering loyalty and ability to make you feel like you mattered was just what I needed whenever I felt my world go down. But the other half was feeling something else - as though his touch had sparked something inside me. To make me feel alive.

He moved his hands away from my face and looked around, narrowing them as he scanned the area like a predator. "Where is he?" His tone was so forcefully mechanical that I realised just how angry he was with my father for what he had done. And judging by the way his fists were clenched - he wanted to beat my father to a pulp.

I reached out and held one of his hands in mine. He looked at me again, but this time - gently. "I don't want to go back there Kai. I don't have to be afraid anymore." I whispered, dropping my eyes and my hands to my lap as rocked slightly on the swing. The wind rustled past quietly as I felt myself shiver again. It was still winter time here, and now that I had injuries to recover from - I didn't have energy or strength left to keep me warm.

Kai then lifted me slowly to my feet and put his coat around me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes again. "You can stay with me. You don't have to go back there unless you want to." Was all he stated, searching my face for an answer. I stood stunned for a moment, before a rush of realisation hit me.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be pulled into a pair of protective arms, my own wrapping around him without thinking, enjoying the warmth that spread through my veins as I let out a breath of relief. "Thank you." I breathed. I looked up into Kai's face and there I saw something he rarely showed to few: a small smile.

Piscesgirl09/xXxCometxXx: Hey peeps! Here is chapter 2 of my new and improved story - you can still look at the old version on my profile 'Piscesgirl09' on Quizillaif you wish! But hopefully this one will make more sense and will have something in terms of a storyline to work with...anyways, hope you enjoy this one =)