Chapter One:

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot and the OC.

I woke up to a blinding light coming through the opening below the curtain to my bedroom window. I laid in bed for a while letting last nights events run over me.

*FLASHBACK*

You think you can do what ever you want?! Not in my house! You understand you ungrateful little.. little tramp! I don't know who the fuck you think you are coming home so late! I cringe when his beer breath hits me and the slurring voice fills my ears. I wouldn't come home so late if my father wasn't an abusive drunk. Of course I don't say that out loud. I am pulled away from my thoughts when his fist connects with my eye. I slide down the wall and onto the floor not daring to move, just hoping he will leave me alone. I gasp for breath as his boot makes contact with my stomach. When the front door opens he turns away from me and I take that as my chance to get away. I run up the stairs willing myself not to trip. I make to my room and lock the door as I hear moms voice fill the house. I'm too tired to do anything else so I lay down on the bed and start to cry. I think back to a few years ago. My brother never let him do this to me he always stopped it. That was before my brother was blown up on a boat in Stillwater.

*END FLASHBACK*

I groan and get out of bed and turn on the T.V. flipping to the news station hoping to catch some little piece of news on the Saints. I don't live in Stillwater anymore. After my brother was blown up mom decided we needed to move. I still watch the news though desperate for any piece of information on the third street saints.

I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I brush my teeth and open the door so that I can hear the T.V. I go about my routine of brushing my teeth then my long curly black hair. I grab my make up bag out of the Cabinet behind the mirror and put on my foundation and concealer. This morning I pay special attention to my eyes making sure to erase any sign of last nights abuse. The last thing I need right now is questions. I add some black eye shadow and mascara to go with black jeans and white angel winged shirt. The news reporter caught my attention her voice I would know anywhere it has haunted my dreams for the past few years. "A deal gone bad or an inside job? Last night the right hand mad to the third street saints was blown up on a yacht during what appears to be a deal gone horribly wrong. This is Jane Valderama with your morning news"

I run out of my bathroom, coming to a stop in front of my T.V. "Years after the startling events that took place on seas outside stillwater the leader of the third street saints has escaped from the stillwater prison with an accomplice. We wondered weather the saints were making a return, now we have our answer. The leader of the saints made an appearance this morning at the stillwater courthouse. He freed known saints lieutenant Johnny Gat. This is Jane Valderama with your morning news. I stared dumbfounded at the T.V. for another moment. This is my chance.

I went back into my bathroom and put some hand soap into my good eye and rubbed it then went down stairs to see mom. She looked at me and said Ashlynn come here. I went her happy with myself. "You can't go to school Ash that looks like pink eye. When I get to work I will call the doctor okay?" "Yes, Mama" grinning when I head back up the stairs. I quickly rinse out my eye and reapply my make up. Then set up my computer to get a train ticket. I got down on my hands and knees and take out the shoe box I have about $1400 I hope this is enough I think to myself as I watch mom and dad pull out of the drive way. I put on my socks and shoes then throw some clothes into an over night bag. I put my favorite hoop earrings into my ears. My brother bought them for me when I got my ears pierced for my eleventh birthday. I grab my money and bag and run out the door not bothering to leave a note.