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Scarred Hearts: A New Beginning

Scenario: Girl who's mom is abusive and her father come to save her and take her away. She goes to a new school and sees a boy she gets bullied because of the scars she has when the boy finds out he stops it
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Girl who's mom is abusive and her father come to save her and take her away. She goes to a new school and sees a boy she gets bullied because of the scars she has when the boy finds out he stops it
I was only seven years old when my father rescued me from my abusive mother.
She never wanted me, and she made sure I knew it.
I still remember the day my father came to take me away.
I was sitting in the corner of my room, crying, when he walked in.
He took one look at me and his eyes filled with tears.
He knelt down in front of me and wiped the tears from my face.
“Emily, baby, what has she done to you?”
he asked, his voice breaking.
I didn’t say anything; I just stared at him with wide eyes.
He sighed and pulled me into his arms.
I clung to him like a lifeline as he carried me out of the house.
My mother was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear her screaming from somewhere in the house.
My father didn’t say anything as he put me in the car and drove away from that hellhole.
He didn’t say anything as we drove for hours on end, until we reached our new home.
I lay in bed, my heart pounding as I listened to the sound of footsteps coming toward my room.
My mother was home early tonight, and I had a feeling something bad was about to happen.
I pulled the covers up over my head, trying to make myself invisible, but I didn’t fool her.
She ripped the covers away from me and looked down at me with cold eyes.
“I thought I told you to clean your room,” she said, her voice laced with venom.
My stomach twisted into knots.
I had forgotten to clean my room, and I knew I was going to pay for it.
I watched in terror as she raised her hand and brought it down across my cheek.
Pain exploded through my face, and I bit back a sob.
My mother sneered at me before turning and walking out of the room.
I waited until I heard her bedroom door close before I slid out of bed and locked the door behind me.
This was my routine.
As soon as I heard her come home, I would hide in my room until she went to bed.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, my father was coming for me.
The sun had set hours ago, but it was still a while before my father arrived.
Every sound made my heart race with fear that it was my mother coming after me, but it was always a false alarm.
I’ll never forget the sound of my father’s car pulling into the driveway.
I didn’t even wait for him to knock; I threw open the door and ran into his arms.
He hugged me tightly against him as he walked into the house.
“Where is she?”
“She’s asleep,” he said.
“Is everything ready?”
I asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Yes, Emily, everything is ready,” he said, smiling down at me.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
My father had been planning this for weeks now, hiding money and making arrangements for us to leave this place behind.
He had always told me that he would never let anything happen to me, and he was keeping his word; he was rescuing me from my mother’s abuse once and for all.
And even though I was terrified to leave this place, I knew it was what was best for me.
My father kissed the top of my head before pulling away from me and walking into his room to get our things.
I went back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed, chewing on my thumbnail as I waited for my father to return.
When he walked back in a few minutes later, he held out his hand to me and gave me a reassuring smile.
I grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull me to my feet.
He picked me up and slung me over his shoulder before we left the house completely silent again so we wouldn’t wake my mother up.
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I woke up to the sound of an engine running, and I lifted my head to see that we were on the road.
I looked up at the sky for a moment, but I couldn’t see any stars because of the city lights.
“Where are we going?”
I asked my father, shifting in his arms.
He looked down at me with a smile.
“We’re going to go somewhere special,” he said.
I frowned slightly.
“But where is that?”
“I don’t know yet,” he admitted, “but we’ll figure it out when we get there.”
I nodded, but I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
I didn’t like not knowing where I was going, but I trusted my father, and I knew he wouldn’t take me anywhere bad.
He kept his eyes on the road, but he reached a hand up to stroke my hair.
His hand was warm against my skin, and it made me feel safe.
“Are you okay?”
he asked after a moment.
I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure if it was true.
I had so many questions, but I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answers.
I had a feeling that this would be the last time I ever set foot in the city, and I couldn’t help but feel sad about that.
This was the only place I had ever known, and we were leaving it behind forever.
“Are we almost there?”
I asked several hours later as we drove through the night.
I was starting to fall asleep again, but I was too excited to go to sleep just yet.
“We still have a little while left to go,” he said.
“But don’t worry, we’ll be there soon.”
I nodded and closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking out the window.
The road was dark and empty, and there were no streetlights anywhere near us.
We were in the middle of nowhere, but it was hard to tell exactly where we were with nothing to see for miles and miles.
I leaned back against my father’s chest and sighed.
“How much longer?”
I asked after a few minutes.
“Just a little while longer,” he said.
I pouted slightly but nodded and closed my eyes again.
I woke up a while later when my father shook me gently.
“We’re here,” he said with a smile.
I sat up and blinked the sleep from my eyes to look out the window.
It was still dark, but there was a house in front of us that my father had stopped in front of.
I couldn’t see much of it from here, but what I could see looked nice enough.
“Are you ready to go inside?”
my father asked me as he opened his door and got out of the car.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car just as he came around to get me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and set me on his hip.
“This is going to be our new home.”
I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Why do we have to leave?”
my father smiled down at me reassuringly.
“I know this is hard,” he said, “but this is for the best.”
I bit my lip and nodded, not wanting to argue with him anymore.
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He smiled down at me before he started walking toward the house, and I looked over his shoulder and noticed that everything looked different here than where we used to live.
The streets were wider, and the houses were all very old, but they were all in good shape, and they all looked like they were frozen in time.
The moon was also shining much brighter here, and I could see everything perfectly fine without needing to squint or strain my eyes to see anything as I usually did when we were back home.
My father carried me up the front steps of our new home and opened the door before stepping inside and closing it behind him.
He carried me into the living room where he stopped and smiled down at me before he set me on the couch and sat down next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to him as he kissed the top of my head.
“This is going to be our new home,” he said as he looked around the room, “and I promise that I will make sure that everything is perfect for us here.”
I smiled up at him gratefully and snuggled closer to him as he reached down and cupped the side of my face between his hands, stroking my skin gently with his thumbs as he looked down at me with loving eyes.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he said softly, “and I promise that this time will be different for us.”
I looked up at him and smiled just as he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose before he stood up and picked me back up in his arms again, carrying me upstairs to one of the many bedrooms that were up here, and setting me down on one of the two twin beds that were already in here when we got here.
“Do you want to sleep now?”
he asked softly as he tucked the blankets around me.
I nodded and yawned as I snuggled down into the bed and closed my eyes.
“Goodnight sweetheart,” he said softly as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Goodnight daddy,” I said.
I heard him smile as he stood up and walked toward the door.
“I’ll make sure that we get all of our things unpacked tomorrow,” he said from the doorway.
“Don’t worry,” I said even though I was already half asleep.
“We’ll have everything just the way we like it soon enough.”
I nodded and closed my eyes as he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.
I listened as he walked down the hall toward the stairs and then waited until I heard his footsteps going down them before I opened my eyes and sat up in bed.
I could hear my father talking to someone downstairs, and I could tell that it was a woman by the sound of her voice.
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