Strength Of The World

Peyton didn't ever think she would be moving back to Huntington Beach, at least not this early in life. But after everything that went down last night, there was no way in hell she was staying in LA, especially not with Jason. With just a few more miles to go, she turned up her radio to try and ignore the images playing over and over in her mind.

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"You're not going to that fucking party, Peyton. I mean it" Jason, her fiancée said sternly, quickly getting off the couch to follow her into the bedroom. She was in the middle of packing her bags to spend a few days in Huntington for Matt and Val's engagement party. She missed her family and was so excited to see them. "Like hell I'm not going. I'm IN the fucking wedding, Jason." She huffed, rolling her eyes as she threw more clothes into her bags. "Besides, they're my family. I'm not going to just blow off something this important." She walked past Jason to get shoes out of her closet, when he grabbed her arm, squeezing it tight. "Jason let go! You're hurting me," she shrieked, trying to pull her arm out of the bigger man's grasp. "You're not fucking going Peyton, end of story." He snarled, squeezing her arm even harder. "I'm going to the party, and you can't stop me." She argued, looking him in the eye and still struggling to free her arm. "Oh yes I can" he said, and with that he brought his hand down and hit her right in the face, shocking the hell out of her. "You fucking bastard." Peyton yelled as she slapped him in the face. No sooner than she dropped her hand back down by her side, Jason was on top of her, hitting and kicking wherever he could. Peyton was screaming for help, which only made him hit and kick her harder. The only thing that stopped him was the neighbor and his brother, who burst through the door and pulled him off. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason?" The neighbor, Frank, yelled at him. Frank's brother, Caleb, came rushing over to Peyton. "P, are you okay? We've got cops on the way. They're gonna take care of this mother fucker. And you probably need a hospital." He said, helping her up to a sitting position. "No" she sobbed, "I want to go home. I need to see my family."

Once the police came, they arrested Jason and talked Peyton into going to the emergency room to get checked out. "As soon as they're done you can go home, okay P? Just please let them check you out." Frank begged her. She finally agreed and allowed Frank and Caleb to take her to the hospital, where she learned she had three bruised ribs and a ton of bruises on her face and body. Once she left the hospital she gathered her all her things with the help of Frank and Caleb, put them in the back of her jeep, left her engagement ring on the kitchen counter, and headed for Huntington Beach, calling her parents to let them know what had happened and that she was on her way home for good.

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Once she pulled into the driveway at her parents' house, her mom and dad came rushing outside to greet her. As soon as she looked into her dad's eyes, she immediately lost it. She climbed out of her jeep and ran straight to his arms, sobbing. "Oh baby, you're safe now. I promise you that will never happen again." Her father said, stroking her hair. "Go see mom while I get your things in the house." He handed her off to her mother, who was also crying, and proceeded to take all of her belongings into the house. After a while she stopped crying, and was finally able to speak. "Thanks for letting me stay until I can get a place" she said sniffling. "Oh sweetheart, you take as much time as you need. You know this is your home." Her mom said, brushing her hair out of her face, gasping when she saw the bruise that covered her eye. "Come on Peyton, let's get you inside so you can shower and rest." She wrapped her arm around her 25 year old daughter, and walked her in the house. "Mom, you called Val didn't you?" Peyton asked, already knowing the answer. Her father cleared his throat and gave her mother a knowing look. "I told you, Becks. She can read you like a book." Peyton smiled while her mom said "Sweetheart, you need someone you can talk to, someone who isn't me or your dad." Peyton nodded in understanding, "Well, I guess I should go take a shower before she gets here."

Notes

Hi! So this is my first story in like, 3 years. I'm sorry if it sucks! I hope to update it frequently. This chapter was kind of just a background story on Peyton, and I will be introducing Val and the guys in the next chapter! Thanks for reading!