Chapter 1

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G R A Y S O N

I had ran away, I had had enough of my dads relentless abused. My light of hope faded with everyday I stayed there. I had just turned 18 and how does my dad pay me. He beats the shit out of me for being gay.

I was running, not able to stop as the adrenaline ponded through me. Blood poured out of my forehead and mouth. I knew I looked horrible with the bruises and blood covering my body but I was happy. I had gotten away from that monster.

I made it to a building and my adrenaline rush had died down. The pain came back to me and I collapsed against the wall, catching my breath and wincing at the sharp pain in my ribs with every breath I took.

As my breath slowed I could hear the loud music and yells and knew I was by a club. Great, just my luck.

I closed my eyes tight and leaned my head against the brick wall as that pain consumed me. But I had to be strong, I had to get up and keep going.

I had made it to my feet, using the wall as a walker.

I took a step and tripped over my feet. I was falling to the ground but right before I could hit the concrete someone caught me.

I winced as that person held on the my bruised arm. I looked up to the man that caught me and it was an angel in disguise.He wore a nicely tailored suit that looked way to expensive for just some ordinary club goer. He had long brown styled hair, murky blue eyes and a killer jaw line. He looked to be in his twenties, I would guess he was around 26.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

I stood up straight, "Yeah, I was just leaving." I said, hoping he would just let me go. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to a stranger, no matter how sexy he was.

"Are you sure, your bleeding." He said reaching for my forehead.

I flinched away from his touch but as he touched me I calmed down.

Who is this guy?

"I'm sure." I finally said, backing away, looking to the ground.

"I don't believe you. Come with me, I promise, I won't harm you." His voice was hypnotic and luring.

He lightly took my arm and took me to a black limo, what the fuck?

"It's alright." He finally said as he realized my faltered steps.

He helped me in the limo and got in beside me. He looked at the driver and spoke, "Drive to my place." He informed.

I felt my cheeks heat up, I didn't even know his name and he was already taking me to his house.

I stayed away from him in fear.

He lightly placed a hand on my shoulder and I flinched at the touch.

"What happened to you?" He asked lightly.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at him, not in the eyes though, I couldn't do that.

About fifteen minutes later the limo came to a stop. He opened the door and I stepped out, faced with a mansion, beautifully made, right on top of a hill looking down at the city.

"Come, let's go get you cleaned up." He said, lightly pulling me into his million dollar home. Who was this guy?

He took me inside and I gasped, it was beautifully decorated and crafted. He took me to he kitchen and set me on the counter. I yelped as he lifted me up and set me on the counter.

I knew I was scrawny but he was still pretty strong to be able to do that.

He smiled at me, I almost melted at that killer smile.

He got a wet cloth and gently placed it over my cuts, "What is your name?" He asked.

"Grayson." I answered.

"Well nice to meet you Grayson, I'm Jean (Pronounced like John)." He said, I would have never guessed he was French.

He placed bandages on my cuts and examined my bruises, "Someone must have hit you pretty hard." He commented.

"How did you know someone hit me?" I asked.

"You are afraid of my touch, and nothing else could have caused this."

I took in a deep breath but it faltered and I winced at the pain in my ribs, now becoming unbearable.

He noticed my stuggle and gave me a crooked look, "Lift you shirt." He said, a hint of authority in his voice.

I gave him a confused look but finally lifted my shirt, pain filling my body.

"Grayson, my dear, you have a broken rib. Who did this to you?" He asked, looking me right in the eyes, nothing but sympathy swimming in his murky blue orbs.

Something in his eyes told me I couldn't lie to him, "My dad." I answered.

His eyes widened in horror, "Do you still live with him?" He asked, a glint of anger flared in his voice.

"No, I ran away."

I saw a flash of relief cross his eyes. Did he really care? No ones ever cared, not my mom and especially not my dad.

"You care?" I asked lightly.

"Of course I do, I don't take abuse lightly Grayson. This is serious, he could go to prison."

"It's okay, really." I said and hopped off the counter. Hiding my pain, "I should probably get going, I don't want to be any more of a burden than I already am. Thank you so much for your help, it means a lot." I smiled slightly.

"You have not been a burden. You have been anything but. And where exactly are you planing on going?" He asked.

"I'll think of something." I said politely.

"I'm amazed." He said bluntly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You have such good manners for someone who has been shown nothing but hate in this world." He smiled.

"I might have been raised horribly but I have common sense. I'm not going to be a whiny son of a bitch around someone who has shown me nothing but kindness."

"You could stay." He said kindly, "I live alone and I have a guest bedroom."

I was silent with thought, could I really trust him. He has been nothing but kind to me so far.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Of course."

I paused again, "Okay then, I guess." I finally answered.

"Great, follow me. I will get you a change of clothes." He said and told me to follow him up the stairs.

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~Beatrice