Authors Note: Heyy! Soo, a few things.. This is going to be slighty out of character possibly and also the concept is going to be different than in the real show. We are not at Degrassi! Please don't hate me, I just want to try new things. I love reviews, so please after you read this, let me know what you think..

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, sadly. :(

She couldn't move. Why couldn't she move? Because she never moves. She never tries to stand up for herself. She knows it will be done soon, but it will never be over. She will be scarred for life. If you didn't go to hell after suicide, she would have been dead a long time ago. She can't wait until she moves out of this place. One more year, she tells herself over and over again. One more year and she'll never come back to this ever again. She never liked her step-dad in the first place.

"Why don't you smile?" he asked her, after he had finished. She didn't answer. "Clare-bear, speak to me. It isn't bad, is it?"

"I try not to think about it."

"What do you think about when we make love Clare-bear?"

"How much I hate you."

"Oh, that's harsh, sweet little girl," he told her putting his pants back on.

Fully dressed she wouldn't dare turn her back. She knows she can't leave until dismissed.

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Tyler," she glared at him, killing him with those empty eyes. "And for the last time, my name is Clare. Not Clare-bear." She hated the nickname he had gave her.

"Clare, what we do is normal," he said, grabbing her hand and slightly looking away. She didn't pull from him; she didn't know how.

"Rape isn't normal," she told him, looking into his eyes with all the hate in the world.

"Don't be so mad at me. It is not my fault you are so young and beautiful. I simply can't stop myself. You are a temptation I must answer to."

"I'm a person, you jerk! I'm a person, not your simple temptation!" she screamed.

"Hush, don't be so loud," he scolded her loudly, dropping her hand.

"Why? So nobody hears how normal we are Tyler?" she hissed.

"You are dismissed!"

She left the room. Years ago she would be in tears, but now, her eyes are so dry it's next to impossible. She hated him more than anyone could know. He was her satan. That room was her hell. To think there could be something worse when you died was almost insane. She walked silently to her room where she would lie on her bed and wish she was someone else. She would lie on her bed and ask God why he gave her this. Why did he steal her life away from her? She never received an answer.

Clare heard her mother come in the front door. She heard Tyler greet her, and their muffled talking. How could he look at her after fucking her daughter? How could he kiss her after knowing he raped her child? How could she not see something was wrong? Because no one would tell her, show her, give her hints. She just thought Clare was a silent girl, very shy. Clare was a dead girl in a beautiful body. She couldn't explain that to her mom because she knew she would get beaten, maybe killed, and that her own mother wouldn't believe it.

Clare sat at her small desk in the corner of the room. She pulled out some papers from a school notebook and began working on her homework, for Mrs. Dawes English class.

The door swung open at nine o'clock that night. It was Tyler standing in the door. He had a confused look on his face when he saw she was still up doing homework. He walked across the room and sat on the corner of her desk. She didn't acknowledge he was there; she didn't even look up. He was nothing to her. He didn't deserve her attention.

"Your mother is back at the hospital," he whispered. "She was called back for an emergency. She should be out for a hour or two."

"That's nice, Tyler."

"You doing your homework, you good girl?" he taunted, grinning.

"No, getting ready for bed," she said dryly rolling her eyes.

"Ahhh, sarcasm. You know, that is the lowest form of wit?"

"Since when do you care about wit?"

"Since never, now get ready for bed," he instructed, taking off his shirt. She sat there. She kept answering the questions on the page, but not to him. "Come on, we don't have all night!"

She slipped off her rose color dress for the second time that day. She stood there naked, with teary eyes, waiting for his next instruction.

Stripping of his pants, he told her to lie on the bed. Legs spread, she stared at the ceiling, knowing he was now intruding on her own space, her own room. It would be no longer innocent in here. She couldn't wait until she could move away and live innocently again she was so sick of this same old routine.

He laid upon her and began his intrusion on her body. She had to turn her head to the side in disgust. She didn't want to see his eyes or smell his breath. It was bad enough she had to fell his skin. His heartbeat picked up as did his breathing and she was relieved to know it would be done soon.

Sooo... What did you think? Was it an utter failure? :( Reviews make me happy!