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MIA'S POV

I wake up the next morning, to the sound of 'Cheap Thrills' from Pitch Perfect 3. I groan as I try to sit up. My whole body hurts. Flashbacks from last night start to flood through my brain and I start to feel all of that agonizing pain all over again.

I get up and change into leggings and a tank top. I don't have a lot of nice clothes. All I have is basically just leggings and a few shirts. I put makeup over the cuts and bruises that my father left on my body.

I brush my hair and teeth, then grab my bag and quietly make my way downstairs, careful not to wake my parents.

I make my way outside, walking toward Sky's house. While I'm on my way, I open Instagram and check to see if Anna posted. I see a picture of her in a hotel room, with the caption:

'Hey, weirdos. I'm here, in Arizona! Hope to run into some of you :)'

I can't believe I'm in the same state as Anna Kendrick right now. This is the closest I've ever been to her. 

"Hey, M," Evelyn greets me when I knock on the door. 

"Hey, Ev," I reply. "Ready to go?"

She nods and shuts the door behind her, then we're on our way to the hell hole that people like to call 'school'. 

"Anna landed last night," Ev says excitedly.

"I know!" I exclaim. "I really hope to bump into her, but I don't know. That seems kind of far-fetched."

"Hey, you never know." She nudges me, making me smile a little.

We arrive at school and this is the worst part; I have to part from Ev. Ev has a lot of friends at this school and I don't really have any other than her. People judge me because I don't have the best clothing and don't have the newest brands because I can't afford them. My parents spend all of their money on alcohol.

I walk into my history class and sit down in my seat, in the back of the classroom. I like sitting in the back because I like going unnoticed. I don't talk much because if I do, I'm scared that I'll slip and say something I'm not supposed to.

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After school, I head straight home, as always. I can never be late from school because I get very bad punishments if I am.

When I enter my home, I can already smell the alcohol in the air. When my parents drink, the beatings become more brutal and violent than they usually are, if that's even possible. 

I try to sneak my way up the stairs, but I feel a hand grab my feet and drag me back down the stairs. I look up to face my two very intoxicated parents.

My father whips me with his belt again, with my mother holding me against the wall so I can't move. 

When my mother goes upstairs, I think the beating is over, so I sit on the ground for a little bit, but my father grabs my arm and drags me up the stairs, throwing me in the bedroom and locking the door behind us. He starts to remove his belt and he drops his pants.

"S-sir... what are you d-doing?" I cautiously ask, already knowing the answer.

He doesn't say anything. He gets on top of me and I struggle to get free, but his grip is too strong and I'm too weak.

"P-please! Don't do this! Please get off of me!" I scream, squirming to get out of his grip.

"Shut up!" He slaps me across the face.

All I remember is losing my virginity to my father, against my will. He's never raped me before. 

When he leaves the room, I curl into a ball and cry my heart out. I then stand up, grab my backpack, and start packing as many things as I can. I'm done here.

When the bag is fully packed, I tiptoe to my bedroom window and throw the backpack down the side. I open the window a little wider and squeeze through, holding onto a tree branch and sliding down to the ground. 

I pick my backpack off of the ground and run as fast as I can. Things start to become blurry as tears well in my eyes. I don't wipe the tears away. I just let them fall because I know that they can't hurt me now.

When I know that I'm safe, I slow down to a fast walk, catching my breath. I head to downtown in hope of finding somewhere to go.

I start to run again and I finally find a park bench. I sit down, setting my backpack down. I just sit there for a while, looking at the ground.

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ANNA'S POV

I walk down the street with my Starbucks coffee in hand. Luckily, there aren't any paparazzi around, so I can just walk freely without a care in the world. Obviously, there are fans that come up to me, but that's about it and honestly, I don't mind the fans talking to me.

As I'm passing a park, I see a girl sitting on a bench. She looks about twelve, but she's so skinny that it's a little concerning. I see the girl wipe her eyes a little, as if she's crying.

I debate if I should talk to her or not for a few seconds, then I start to approach her and I sit down next to her.

"Hi," I give her a small smile.

She looks up and her red, puffy eyes widen. "Y-you're-"

"Anna Kendrick? Yeah, I know," I laugh. "Are you okay?" Then, I take a look at her face. I know this girl from somewhere. Then, I notice the birthmark under chin. 

No. It can't be. This can't be her.