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Chapter One.

She woke up in a state, her eyes wandering around the room, once again the surreal fright of her nightmares awoke her. A beeping alarm rang in her ears as the suns rays seeped through the window, she exhaled deeply and got up from the half-soaked blankets.

She returned to her daily routine; Get up, Make tea and breakfast then clean and shop. She was already halfway down the steps her eyes dimly lit, she felt a warm presence brush against her leg. She smiled down at the black and white fluffball,

"Hey my little sausage, you hungry?" The ball of fluff purred and rubbed against her leg in reply, softly sighing she starts making tea for her uncle and dad in the other rooms, doing it as if it was the thousandth time. She listened as the bacon sizzled and spat, how the eggs cracked against her nails, all the familiar sounds. She carried on through her daily routine and after shopping and cooking the dinner for her dad and uncle she sat at the table waiting for her dad to come back from either work or the pub...or both.

She tried to think of the past, remember the good days, but her mind was a race. A blur of faces and names, she heard the door click along with heavy footsteps. She tried to steady her heavy breathing when her dad's face came into view. His voice like thunder, "Shell!!" She stiffened.
She was already bracing herself when she felt the back of his hand against her mouth, she fell to her knees feeling the jarring pain vibrate up her knees.

The sting of tears filled her eyes and she was lying curled up again while she felt the hits against her chest grow stronger listening to his screams but not addressing them, she closed her eyes wanting to drift away but didn't.
Her mind floated past the pain, towards a happier memory.

After an hour of feeling like every bone in her body was broken she crawled up the stairs, staying as quiet as possible.
She landed on the soft bedsheets that soothed her bruised body, Shell listened through the paper thin walls to her dads drunken raving before curling up on her bed and going to sleep.

6:38 pm.

Shell grabbed her tobacco tin and rolled up a light, it helped her relax and deal with the emotions, Shell was sick of it. The endless chores, the neverending pain...She sent a text on her cracked iPhone then met up with an old friend, Yaz.
It didn't take long for her to pick Shell up, and it took even less for her to care. Yaz's brother Freddy already high as hell at the wheel, it made Shell sick knowing that the man was out drunk and getting high while his kids were home with their exhausted mother. It made her sick to the bone but she kept her mouth shut and sat there in the torn seats, the gum covered floor and McDonald boxes.

She listened and waited until they reached the pub, Shell walked inside and breathed the liquor in. Part of it relaxed her but another part also made her fear it, after maybe 2-3 hours they all hit the nightclub.
She leaned her head over the bathroom toilet starting to feel the overwhelming power rush through her body, feeling the fire in her chest.

Shell felt her hair be pulled back from her face, a warm hand rubbing her back and a comforting voice in the air. It was deep and sincere making Shell shiver in the best way possible,

"Shh, shh...take it easy okay?  You had quite a bit to drink"

She leaned against him and washed her mouth then wobbled out of the bathroom holding onto his arm while he led her out to the backyard, his short stubble itched her head but in a warm way. Shell loved feeling his strong hands support her up it made her feel like a little girl, she looked up into his steel blue eyes and felt warm. They sat on the swing chair with him holding her in his arms, she shivered against the cold slightly before feeling his leather black jacket, or at least that's what she could make out, she whispered. "Thanks.." Although it came out with a bit of a slur.

Shell had no idea why but immediately she trusted the man, learning his name was Dominic Stone, She expressed the sorrow of her life, the pain of her past fearing no judgement. It didn't take long before she leaned up to him and felt a warm soft pleasure against her lips. He didn't push her away, in fact, he responded with tender, the heat started to rise between their chests. His arm wrapped around her waist almost hesitantly as if he was scared but it didn't take long for the fear to fade as she pushed her tongue in his mouth.

Her arms hung around his neck as their tongues wrestled for dominance, he soon overpowered her and Shell gasped against how good it felt, she felt his hand tighten around her almost in desperate need and she replied with his touch.

Then he stopped.

He spoke but she was too gone to understand, but she didn't pull away when he grabbed her hand and led her outside. Moments after a phone call they were in a cab with her head on his shoulder, the rest of the night was pretty much a blur of movement and colour, only the ending stayed still and perfect. She felt his arms place her softly on the bed, she felt warmth radiate from her forehead to her toes when he kissed her goodnight, "Sleep well, Princess.." She tried to hold his hand to make him stay, but couldn't stop hearing his footsteps fade into another room.

A million thoughts ran around in her drunken mind, what had turned out to be the shittiest day among other shitty days had suddenly turned into a magical night. Although her mind was racing and the voice in her head was screaming for attention she slowly slid into a dreamless sleep.

She was gonna have a huge hangover tomorrow.