A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback for last chapter and I don't really have much to say except is it just me or do some people that are following the story don't get a notification? This chapter is shorter by the way, since I sort of had writer's block for this chapter but I promise next chapter will be 2k words as usual. Without further ado, here is chapter 8. :D

I honestly don't know what to do, if I tell somebody Riley will get hurt and if I don't Riley will get hurt unless I go with my mum. I could tell my mum but she'd not believe me, does John really like her that much? My mum isn't even too depressed anymore and he shouldn't be doing this, I'm sure my mum would hate it. I decide to return to sleep but I continue getting nightmares, of glares and green hair, its official I now hate the color green.

When the sun rises, I finally decide to open my eyes and immediately get burned from the immediate burn in my eyes, I stumble to the toilet, checking windows behind the curtain, making sure John's not watching, who knows, he could be a pervert. Although I doubt he's awake. After washing up, I change into a plain orange shirt and a pair of shorts. I slip my feet into my slippers and head to the living room, Shawn's in the living room, drinking a mug of coffee.

"Maya, you look like you haven't had any sleep last night," Shawn observes.

"I did, why wouldn't I have?" I ask.

"I heard shrieks yesterday and I am a hundred percent sure it was from you, Maya, you've been hiding things from me," Shawn replies.

"Well, um after thinking, I uh decided I wanted to stay with mum, she's… changed," I answer.

He gaps, I clench my fists and a tear rolls down my cheeks. How could I have said that? Even if John threatened, there's something called police.

I open my mouth to speak but Shawn doesn't let me answer.

"If you feel that way, I guess, I'll phone your mum," Shawn suggests.

I shook my head and try to stop him but he's already phoning. If only he could understand, I try to find the note but realize it's under my mattress and if I took it, it would wake up Riley and she'd ask what I had found.

After the five minute conversation, He puts his phone in his pocket and decides not to speak with me, I honestly don't know what to do and I don't tell Riley a word about me moving and Shawn doesn't speak to Cory and Topanga either, knowing it would hurt me.

I don't speak to Riley throughout the day and I go on my phone, until I realize that today is school, I check the time. 5 minutes to eight, shit I'm going to be late!

Sprinting, to school, I decided to skip the subway and I'm 10 minutes late to class but the teacher decides to ignore me, knowing I had been going through a tough time, lunch's a total nightmare, I sit alone and I see Missy walking up to me, a grin plastered on her face.

"So, I heard you've been abused, I think that's a total lie, I hadn't seen a single bruise on you, your mother probably scratched you by mistake and called it 'abuse'," Missy insults.

"Maybe, it's because you haven't seen an eye doctor in two years and always putting your ugly nose into other people's business and forgetting about your own," I argue.

"At least, I go to school, you've skipped school for a whole week and teachers tried to phone you, but you wouldn't answer," Missy replies.

I scratch the back of my neck. "Umm, I moved and my dad forgot to notify the reception," I stammer.

"I thought your father left you, because he hated the sight of you and thinking he could raise a much prettier daughter with another woman," Missy hisses.

I clench my fists, my face full of anger.

"You take that back!" I order.

"Nope," Missy rejects.

I jump onto her, pulling her hair, I glance at Riley and I notice she hasn't even showed up to school! So who could save me from this disaster? She pushes me off and my back painfully hit the ground, all the students are whispering my name and gossiping. Couldn't they mind their own business?

"Think twice about assaulting me," Missy cackles. She walks away from her, her high heels clicking on the ground.

I run outside the school, sick of the building I call prison. She's crossed the line this time and I can't bare it. I check my phone and notice a whole load of texts from Riley.

Maya, we don't have to go to school today, you have to get your apartment decorated with Shawn.

Maya, where are you?

Shawn says you don't want to live with him? Why?

MAYA! ARE YOU ALIVE?!

That's it, I'm calling the police.

I chuckle at the last message, Riley could somehow always brighten up my day, I return to the Mathews apartment, with tearful looks on everyone's faces.

"Maya, Shawn told us everything. But why?" Riley asks me.

I gulp, my eyes watery but for once I felt brave and I held back all my tears.

"It's not that I don't want to, I'm uh I can't tell you," I cry.

"What do you mean Maya, you can tell us anything," Topanga replies.

I shake my head. "I'm sorry but I… uh can't, I'm sorry," I apologize, running off to Riley's bedroom.

What could I do? I felt being watched and I knew John was spying on me, I looked for the not everywhere but I couldn't find it, John must have broken in and stolen the note, whenever I think life is taking a good turn, it always turns into hell, couldn't I live a normal and peaceful life?

I'm going to be leaving the people I love most, I'm never seeing Riley again and I'll have to stick with John every single day, it all gets too much, I notice eyes looking at me and open the window, to find John and I face to face.

"I'm glad you're coming," John smirks.

"Thanks a lot, now I have to live in sadness until I'm old enough to get my own apartment, trust me, my mum isn't going to love you for long, when she finds out the real you, she'll dump you the second after as much as you apologize," I answer.

"You wish, I have your mum wrapped around my finger and if you don't listen to what I say, I'll beat you, whenever you insult me, I'll beat you so watch out, or else you'll regret it," John threatens and then disappears.

If only I could have proof, I'll try and confess what John has been doing to me, to everyone, they might believe, they might not, and if they don't, I'll run away in the middle of the night and book a plane ticket using my savings.

The day goes on and I don't come for dinner and I just stare at the window, staring at the beautiful view and the noise from the streets, I would miss it even though London is still the same, I guess but it would feel… different.

Oh what can I do?

A/N: So sorry for the crappy writing but trust me, next chapter will be better and I hope you liked the chapter anyway, make sure to leave a review with your thoughts. :D