Reader discretion is advised, serious subjects such as rape and sexual harassment are mentioned. If you are uncomfortable with these topics, please skip.

Abigail was about 10 when she started getting hit on. Yeah. 10. Far too young.

It creeped her out, she kept her distance from boys and ignored all that tried to talk to her.

She couldn't avoid them all.

One of the boys that constantly hit on her was 15. He was a popular kid, a jock, and by god did she despise him.

He tricked her. Lured her into a back alley. Kept feeling her up and she screamed and struggled.

He managed to get her shirt off when he stopped. His expression was contorted, stuck in a constant state of shock. Then he slumped. Blood spattered everywhere.

A knife was stuck in his back.

A boy pulled the knife out and frowned at the girl. He had ginger hair and brown eyes. "You OK?"

"I-i- u-uh...." She stuttered, scrambling to get away from the body. He sighed and whiped his knife clean on his sleeve.

"Do you wanna get some clothes on?"
He didn't even have the decency to blush or look away. But when she motioned to her torn and ripped shirt, he took off his jacket and offered it to her.

"Hi, my name's Devon. Who are you?"

"A-abigail..." Her voice shook.

"Well Abigail, how about we get you cleaned up? You've got some blood smeared on ya"

Abigail nodded slowly. He grabbed her hand and they left the alley. Devon, she found, lived in a broken down old abandoned apartment.

Whilst he went to get her a towel, she found herself picking up rubbish and pitting it in the bin, scrubbing at stains on the table and furniture and picking up some prices of broken China from the floor and put them on a counter.

He came back in and froze, before chuckling, a black towel in his hands. "Haha, you cleaned my house! What are you, some kind of stupid housewife?"

Abigail blushed and snatched the towel from him. He snickered and idly kicked a table leg, causing the table to shudder. Abigail winced at the sound it emitted.

"So Abigail, what now? Where's your house, I can take you ther-"

"I ran away from home"

Devon didn't look surprised. He just tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well that complicates things a bit. Tell you what, if you do what ya did today and keep cleaning up my house, you can stay here. Deal?"

Abigail couldn't help the itching sensation that she was being enslaved or something. But she really had nowhere else to go. So she nodded and shook his hand.