A New Start

Katy's POV
I sat, whimpering in the corner, far from him. He crept forward slowly, wide smirk shown on his face. I shoved myself further into the corner. His brown hair sticking up in his fohawk. When he reached me he bent down to my level.
"You're worthless. Nobody will ever care abou you or love you. You're own parents kicked you out." He spat quietly. I flinched and stared at the tiled floor. We were in his kitchen, as usual. From the corner of my eye I saw his thin lips curve into a frown. He stood back up and smoothed out his dark skinny jeans and his 'blink 182' shirt that was a little too tight, even for his thin figure. He looked down at me and sent a final kick to my face before I blacked out.
Thats when I woke up, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. I started trembling and crying. It was just another dream about the night I left him. Bert Barakat, my first and only boyfriend. He abused me and made me feel like shit for 3 years. I was too scared to end it though. I ended up in the hospital a few times in those 3 years. The last time my dad threatened him. It wasn't good for the public to know that his piece of shit daughter was going to the hospital every month because of her abusive boyfriend. That's all he cared about. All he ever cared about. The family's image. Oh no, not their own blood daughter of course. I was just a drunken mistake when daddy didn't where a condom. Gross. My dad told Bert to leave and never touch me again or he'll have him thrown in jail.
I slowed my breathing and glanced at the clock. 6:30am. Might as well stay up. I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I made coffee and sat at the table trying to clear my thoughts of Bert. My insecurities and anxiety was partially his fault. My recent eatin disorder was completely his fault. He would never let me eat and he'd call me fat and worthless, along with gross and other things similar to that. I shook the thoughts out of my head. I jumped when I heard a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on the wall. 7am. Patrick always has to be precise with timing. My tired mind finally processed that my friend was standing in the front porch. I leaped from my seat, nearly knocking everything down. Including myself. I threw the door open and hugged the beaming Patrick before me. Ignoring his protests of 'wrinkling his new suit. I heard a car door open and looked behind Patrick. Standing next to his car stood a man who grew maybe an inch or two since last time I saw him. He wore light grey skinny jeans, a plain navy blue V neck covered by a black bertet. His black, spiked hair barely moved from the cold wind. A small amount of black eyeliner surrounded his big, deep brown eyes. I ran across the lawn and jumped on his small figure. Of course he's still taller than me though. I would've tackled him if I was bigger or if he was smaller, which is not possible. Now I have my Patrick and my Pete back.
I looked back at Patrick who pushed his black rimmed glasses up his nose and smiled back at me. I dragged them inside to the kitchen and gave them coffee. Okay just because Inforgot how obnoxious and loud Pete is, doesn't mean Patrick has to get annoyed with me for accidentally giving Pete more energy. After about an hour of listening to Pete go on and on about his life, and me repeatedly sending apologetic looks to a glaring Patrick, which was still quite amusing, Patrick had to drive dads car back to him so he could go to work. Patrick said goodbye and drive off, leaving me alone with a very enthusiastic Pete. He went on talking, but he started talking about Patrick moving into a smaller apartment to save more money, leaving Pete homeless once again. I offered him a room in my house to live with me. When he declined, I gave him a sob story about me being lonely and bored. He rolled his eyes but agreed. We ran out of things to talk about so we decided to sit in the living room and watch movies. I turned on nightmare before Christmas because its the best Halloween/Christmas movie ever. Duh. Soon we fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a note in Pete's place.

Went to pick my stuff up from 'Trick. Be back soon.
Pete.
P.S. make more coffee.

I giggled at the note and walked to my room to get dressed, just realizing I was only wearing shirts and a tank top. While I was changing I glanced in the mirror and saw the once deep red lines across my stomach and hips were a lighter pink. I ran my fingers on the lines, remembering my parents and Bert caused them. I frowned and finished getting dressed. I walked down stairs just as Pete strode in with a big box. I helped him put everything in his room and left him to unpack.
It was only 4pm so I had nothing to do but listen to music until Pete finished. I don't remember falling asleep but I woke up from Pete shaking my shoulder.
"Can I make dinner now?" He asked.
"Don't burn the house down." I replied groggily. He smiled and ran downstairs. Soon Pete ragged me down the stairs and gave me a plate of food. I obediently ate until it was gone. Pete did he dishes and told me to go to bed.

Notes

Oh my gosh! This took forever to type! Hope you guys like it. I already wrote the next 3 chapters, I just need to upload them. This is gonna take a lifetime. By the way if you look at the front page thingy, I switched Alex gaskarth with Jared Leto. I think he'd fit in better with the story. You'll see.