I do not own Sonny With A Chance even though I really wish I did because that would be so cool. So this is my new story, hope you like it! The song is Concrete Angel by Martina Mcbride. Enjoy!

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

"No! How dare you!" screams her mother yells, her palm striking again, bound to leave a mark. She doesn't argue with her mother, she knew better. Her father stood in the doorway, watching, hia face a mask. He never stopped her mother from hurting her. She doesn't cry, she doesn't make a sound, and just waits for it to be over.

When her mother finally leaves her, shivering in her own blood on the floor, is only when she allows herself to cry. Only then, for a short while does she cry, before pretending to be someone else again. Only then, does she be herself.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm

Sonny opened her eyes to the blinding sunlight. She hopped out of bed, and dressed quickly, making sure to wear something long to cover the bruises. She covers her face with makeup, her hair black to hide the blood stains that mark her scalp better. She looks at herself, and sighed. She was OK, she knew that. She was going to be fine.

At the studio, Sonny began her acting. Chad Dylan Cooper may be the best actor of their generation, but if they knew what Sonny was hiding, they would change their mind. No one suspected anyhting like this to happen to Sonny Munroe. She was the happy girl, the perfect girl.

She entered the dressing room she shared with Tawni Hart, and she grinned her normal smile at Tawni, and plopped down on the velvet couch in the back of the room. Tawni sat at the mirror, doing her makeup.

"Your almost late Sonny," Tawni noted, sounding slightly curious. Sonny sighed. She had more bruises to cover this morning.
"Oh yeah, silly me. I kept leaving, but I kept forgetting things at home," she replied, crossing her legs, and trying not to wince at the movement. Tawni nodded, obviously not really caring. Sonny sighed to herself, and leaned backwards into the couch. Her eyes closed, and she imagined herself, far away from here, from her mother. She imagined herself as a bird, flying over the mountains, leaving Condor Studios behind. She smiled to herself,wanting the thought to be true so bad it killed her.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Sonny's eyes popped open, and she focused on Chad, who leaned against the doorway, smirking at them. Sonny looked at him, and suddenly she felt angry. Why did Chad Dylan Cooper, of all people, get such a perfect life, when her, nice Sonny, get beaten by her own mother?

She jumped to her feet, hoping that if she stayed moving, that she wouldn't snap at Chad.

"Hi Chip," murmured Tawni, leaning forward to apply eyeliner. Chad glanced at her, before looking back at Sonny.

"Whats up Sonshine?" he asked. Sonny turned her back to him, rifling through the papers on her desk.

"Nothing Chad. Just have a lot of paperwork to do," she replied, sitting down. She heard him sigh, and heard his feet shuffle away. She took a shuddering breath, and leaned forward, cradling her head in her hands.

"You OK?" she heard Tawni ask. Sonny smiled slightly. Of course, now Tawni cares about her.
"I'm fine, don't worry. We should get to practice," Sonny said, smiling brightly at Tawni. They headed out to Studio 3, where the rest of the cast was, so they could work on a new sketch, that they had decided on when Sonny was out "sick." That was just the day that the bruises were too bad to cover, and it had taken all her effort to convince Chad not to visit, not while her mom was smoking pot in the other room, still sitting in her endless rage, and her father was at work, unable, and unwilling to make it stop.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

After the scene, which turned out to be another Check It Out sketch, Sonny headed to the cafeteria. She needed food, not caring whether it was the gross slop they were served. She got exactly that, and sat at their regular table, picking at it. She took a spoonful, but wanted to vomit the second it touched her tongue. She ate it anyways, because she hadn't eaten once over the whole weekend, locked in her room. The Mackenzie Falls people came in, some snickering at Sonny for eating the gross food. They got lobsters, of course.

Sonny glared at them, envious of their perfect lives. People thought that she was perfect, but oh was she far from it. She looked down at her stomach, lifting the shirt just an inch, to reveal a black bruise so blue that it looked like the ocean. She felt tears sting her eyes, and she yanked the shirt down, hiding the evidence of her life.

She was used to being hit, though. She had been hit since she was six years old. She remebered the first days, where she was so confused about it, and she remembered hating her dad for not stopping it. But now she didn't blame him. Her mother had the rage of fifty bears attacking. He couldn't stop her, not even if he tried. And if he did try, she would turn on him too. She loved her dad, and knew he loved her too, even if he didn't show it.

"Sonny, what did you think of the sketch? We never got your feedback, you left so quickly," Nico asked her, sliding in across from her. Sonny looked up, and smiled at him.
"It was really good. I liked it, a lot," Sonny said honestly, taking another bite of the crap on a stick. Nico glanced at it, and made a face. "I'm hungry," she defended herself, looking down.

He laughed lightly, before telling her that he was going to go back and hang out with Tawni, since they had begun to date, which still freaked out Sonny a little. He left her alone again, and she found herself missing the company. She threw her food away, suddenly sickened by it.

"Sonny, are you OK?" Chad's voice asked, as she plopped back down. She looked up, as he sat across from her. She gave him a weak smile, her body feeling drained. She didn't know why, but lately it had been getting harder and harder to act. Harder to hide what was killing her.

"I'm fine Chad, but thanks," she said, coughing into her hand. "Just have a little cold, that's all."

He smiled back slightly, but didn't leave.

"Hey, I was wondering, my cast and I are going to the beach today, and they were wondering if you wanted to join us. They like you, but they don't like the rest of the Randoms, so... Just you," Chad said, leaning on his elbows. Suddenly a vivid image of the night before filled her head.

"Mom, can I ask you something," Sonny asked her mother, who looked up from the bottle of vodka.

"Sure," her mother sighed, plopping the glass on the table, where some sploshed out, and stained Sonny's dress.

Sonny leaned forward, her elbows on the table. "Why-" her mothers face suddenly looked mad.

"Get your elbows off the table."

"What?"

"NOW!" her mother shouted, her hand whipping out like a flash, and slapping Sonny. Sonny took her arms off the table quickly, touching her cheek softly.

"You need to learn to be polite," her mother snapped, grabbing her arm tightly. Her hand squeezed tightly, causing bruises to bloom. Tears came to Sonny's eyes, but she didn't cry. Her mother threw her to the floor. "Are we clear?"

"Yes Mom. I'm sorry," Sonny whispered. She had no intention of finishing her story. She never did.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

"Sonny?" Chad asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Sonny snapped back to present time, and looked at him.

"I can't, sorry," she said, tracing her finger on the table. What she really meant was that she had no bathing suit to cover her bruises, which almost covered every inch of her body. "Dentist appointment."

"Oh, OK. That's cool. See you around Sonny," he said, smiling at her, before heading off with his cast. Some waved to her sweetly. She waved back.

She stared at the wall, before getting up. She had to get home, now. Her mom would be very mad if she was late. She ran the whole way to the dressing room, grabbing her bag. "Bye!" she cried to the pair making out on the couch. She waved to the vent, and to Grady, who was staring at Nico and Tawni with a grossed out expression. She sprinted to her car, and hopped in, tearing out of the parking lot. She had seven minutes. In three minutes she was on the highway. In two she was on her road, In one on her driveway. In another she was in the house. She could hear shouting upstairs, and she closed the door silently, creeping up toward her room.
"No I will not stop!... She deserves it Will!... How dare you accuse me of that?" she heard a slam, and lunged into her room, just as her mother barged out of her own. She marched into Sonny's room, and punched her face.
"Your(punch) father just called me(slap) to tell me that(throws to floor) he wants me to stop beating you(kicks) and I told him(kicks again) that I won't," her mother screamed in anger. She picked Sonny up, and carried her out of the room. She threw her down the stairs, and Sonny screamed as her body bounced down.

"I hate you!" her mother screamed at her, before going back into her own room. Sonny lay at the bottom of the stairs, drifting in and out of consciousness. She was vaguely aware of her father coming home, and him lifting her to the bathroom, and placing her in the full tub. She kind of remembered him putting her to bed too. She remebered hearing shouting before she blacked out.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

OK! So that was chapter one, but I am not sure if I should continue. Tell me what you think, thanks so much! Review please, I would really like your feedback! Thanks!