There's Faith in Love

*VERONICA'S POV*

"Honey, come here, we need to talk!" My mother's voice ecoed throughout the abode.

I descend down the stairs, disinterest in what she was about to affirm.

"Yes, mother?" I mutter.

"I know you're upset, but it's only for 4 years, honey," she insisted.
Little did she know, my father would sexually and violently abuse me. He threatened to kill me if I told anyone, especially my mother.
Tears start forming in my eyes as I turn and race back up the stairs to my room. I slammed my door and opened up my email.

From: vf778@yahoo.com
To: tperry263@yahoo.com
I can't meet up this weekend, I'm really sorry.

The tears were starting to blur my vision as I read what he responded.

From: tperry263@yahoo.com
To: vf778@yahoo.com
Why? This is my last week in Miami!

From: vf778@yahoo.com
To: tperry263@yahoo.com
Me too. My mom is making me move back in with my dad for 4 more years.

The thought of it made me sob more violently.

From: tperry263@yahoo.com
To: vf778@yahoo.com
I guess we'll have to wait, don't tell me you were thinking about giving up on the whole "meeting up" thing..

From: vf778@yahoo.com
To: tperry263@yahoo.com
I wasn't, but, listen, I really have to go pack. Talk to you soon.

I spent the rest of the day packing and trying to convince my mother to let me stay, but she wouldn't budge. I loaded my bags in the trunk, while my mother started the car. It was silent until she decided to speak up.

"You havent seen your father since you were 11, come on, it's gonna be a nice start." She insisted.

"Whatever," I grumbled under my breath.

Once we arrived at the airport, she helped me unload my luggage and hugged me before saying goodbye.
I roamed around the crowded area until half an hour before my flight departed. Suddenly, I dropped my bag and a heap of my belongings fell in all different directions. A boy, who looked to be my age, rushed over to help. He had a few tattoos, a small dermal piercing under his left eye, and a medium-length Padawan braid dangling a few inches below his shoulder.

"Excuse me?" He said, barely above a whisper, "you're staring."

He chuckled, I had just realized I was staring.

"Oh, I'm, uh, sorry." I gulped, "I was just looking at your
tattoos. I like them."

He smiled shyly, "Thanks, haha, where are you headed?"

"San Diego."

"Me too."

"Do you mind helping me, I'm a little lost."

"Sure. What's your name?"

"Veronica."

"Tony. It's nice to meet you."