Justin's POV
Oh god. Trevor and his friends have taken it to far. She didn't do anything. As im looking at her sleeping body her sister keeps staring at me. "So how did you meet Quinn? Or are you just some guy?" I looked down at Quinn then up at her sister. "She told me I had a nice shirt at the airport. Then this morning, I properly introduced myself." She pointed left, signaling me to turn left. "Ohhhhh ok. So do you like.......like her? Or are you just being friendly?" Why does she ask so many questions? A shot of red went straight to my face. "I-I- um er its just friendly. Also when you see a girl get beat by a guy you want to help." She knew I was lying but she shrugged and looked at the road. I stared at Quinn for a second then put my eyes back on the road. We get to their house and Quinn is still passed out. "Make sure my mom doesn't see her. You can take her to her room. I will distract my mom. Okay?" I nod in agreement. We walk in to this big house. And I notice that the room with her name on the door is the basement. So I carry her down the stairs.  I put her on her bed and wait until I can leave.

Quinn's POV
So I wake up to what I think is my sister on my bed. But when I open my eyes its.....OMG ITS JUSTIN. Why is he here? What happened? I suddenly get a rush of pain to my head. He must of heard me because he turned around to see me sitting up. "You should really take it easy. Those guys beat the shit out of you. Im sorry about that. Trevor is an asshole. I have hated him ever since he moved in with my mom and I. Im so sorry." He looked at me with eyes of sorrow. "Dude its not your fault. Thank you for taking me home. Im guessing you can't leave yet. So do you wanna hang out for a while?" he nods and gets up. "I have music if you want to listen to some." I looked up at him. "What type of music?" Then he pulled out his phone and let me look. It was alot of BVB and Hollywood Undead. I loved him already. I started to blush not knowing it was visible. "You ok?" I looked up at him fast. "Oh yea im fine. I just like alot of the music on here. I think its pretty cool that we have the same interests." He looked at me and smiled. IT WAS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN. I never want to leave Seattle. Never ever ever. "Ok your music checks out. Go ahead and hook it up." He giggled a bit. I bit my lip. When he turned around I was already by my closet. I was picking out some clothes and grabbing my combat boots. "Where are you going?" I looked at him and smirked. "Somewhere calm. Would you like to join me?" He looked up at me bright eyed. "Sure sounds nice I guess." I knew he was just pretending to be halfway interested. But I didn't care. He was coming with me. So I was happy. "Ok well im going to go change." He smiled and nodded.

Justin's POV
She is taking me somewhere. I wonder if we will be alone. Oh god. Stop thinking like that Justin. You should be ashamed. I put my hand over my face. Never. She probably doesn't even like you like that. You're her friend. Just calm yourself. Oh here she comes. I can't wait to see what she is wearing. Oh wow. She looks amazing. She has a loose t-shirt that is black, black skinny jeans, her combat boots, a hoodie, and a bunch of bracelets. "So are you ready? Because I am." She asked. "Yea totally." Then we start walking up the stairs. Quinn's sister is in the kitchen talking to her mom. So we sneak out the other way and Quinn yells towards her mom when I make it out. "Im going out Porshia! Is that ok?!" She called her mom Porshia. Why? That's weird. "Sure honey, im guessing you made a new friend. Also just call me mom again will ya? Please?" I could hear the hurt in her voice. "Aight cool thanks." Then Quinn rolls her eyes. After that awkward moment goes by. We start walking. This is so weird. I can't believe the pretty girl from the airport goes to my  school and she is my new friend. And I think I love her. Like really love her. I want to kiss her. I want to hug her. I want to love her. I want her to love me. Oh no stop. Just stop. You dont need a chick. You are good on your own. No, no your not. Ugh my mind is such a blur I didn't hear her speak. "Sorry, I zoned out. Can you say that again?" She looked at me and spoke, "Yea sure it wasnt that important though. But anyways I said, this place is from when I was little. I used to come to Seattle on vacations to see my grandmother." Her eyes were gleaming. "Well for one, everything you say is important. And two that seems really special." She looked surprised for a moment then shrugged. "I guess so. Everything went downhill after I turned 10 though." I was afraid to ask so I didn't. The rest of the walk was silent. Then we made it to this part in the woods that was so beautiful. The trees hung low and there was a waterfall. In the center of it all was a worn log. It had vines on it. We sat down and I looked around with wonder.

Quinn's POV
So after the long walk we make it to my spot. I loved it here. He was so cute with his bright green eyes filled with wonder. Ugh stop Quinn stop. He doesn't want you. And if he does he wont when you tell him the story. "So I want to learn more about you." He looked so curious. "Well, im 16 and my name is Quinn Jackson" I said. "I mean I want to learn stuff. More stuff if that's ok." I hesitated for a moment. Then he looked at me and I completely gave in. "Well, do you want to hear everything?" He nodded yes. "Im going to say the bad stuff that lead up to me having to come here. When I was ten, my mom left. She took Becka, my sister with her. She left because my dad raped and beat her so much. But she left me. She loved Becka so much more. Hence the reason why I call her Porshia instead of mom. After Porshia left my dad started to beat me more. Until one night he snuck into my bedroom when he was drunk and ripped my clothes off. He raped me. Then he started doing it every other night. I felt terrible. I hated him. Then it got worse. He let other people do it to me. For money. For dollar bills he let people rape his own daughter. I cut myself. Deep. So deep. Then I locked myself in the garage and left the car running. I tried to kill myself. But my dad pulled me out and beat me for trying.  Then one day he got bad stomach pains. He went into the hospital. Then he died about a week later. Before they could find out what the disease was." His eyes filled with tears. "Im so sorry" He hugged me. And held my hand. Then he pulled away. "I think we better get going. Here is my number. Text me. Ill see you later." He handed me a paper. "Ok cool. Bye Justin." He waved bye and I walked home.
*To Be Continued*