Please read this before the story. This contains some very adult themes, and has lots of rape and physical violence. If you're unable to really handle these sort of things then I suggest you read another story. Alright now for the disclaimer. I don't own Danny Phantom, but I do own Christian so that's why the story is about her.

Hello, my name is Christian. I don't have any cool powers, or any special friends. In fact, I don't have any friends period. I'm just a plain human, but I do have a story. I attend Casper High in the city of Amity Park. Now mind you, I'm not the most popular person, actually I'm pretty much invisible. Not even Danny and his friends notice me. It's probably due to the fact that I'm mute.

So I'm sitting here in class staring out the window, trying not to imagine what I have to go home to. I'll let you in on that soon enough. After what seemed like an eternity the bell rang for lunch and only half of the day was gone.

"Today seems to be dragging on longer than usual." I thought. So I go to eat my non-existent lunch, which doesn't matter anyway since we have another ghost attack. To be honest they really don't scare me, so I'll just stand here and watch Amity's ghost boy fight the ghoul.

Now there's a subject, Danny Phantom. I have to admit he's pretty cool and I do admire him, but in no way do I feel attracted to him. The guy is supposedly half dead I don't think a relationship like that could last, not like me in any relationship would last. My "dad" would have the other immediately "discouraged".

Well since school is now let out early for the attack I have to go home to my "father." Ok, he's not my real dad he just adopted me when I was eight, after my last foster family kicked me out.

I get to the door and I have a shiver go up my spine knowing once I go in my only hope is that he passes out for a few hours after being drunk. I'm not sure which is worse, him sober or drunk. When sober, he's a sadist and when intoxicated, well he gets lusty.

I open the door with a sigh knowing nothing good could come out of this. I look around and I feel a spark of hope that he's dropped dead somewhere until, "Why are you home so early?" I couldn't possibly tell you how fast my hope was dashed away. "Never mind, come give daddy a hug."

Crap! He's drunk, well maybe I can just get past him and his reflexes will be slow. So I make a run for it, and out of the corner of my eye I see him give a malicious smirk. I can feel my eyes go wide as I think,"Crap, not drunk he's angry." The next thing I know is he catches me by the waist and throws me to the floor. "Now, now, there's no running up to your room this time, Christy."

Oh how I hate that nick name. "Come on let's go play." I feel my eyes go wide a second time as I realize that we're going to that room. He drags me by my long blonde hair to the basement.

"I hate this, I hate this." is my inner mantra. "That place is so frightening. It's dark and smells of mildew, and it's filled with all his "toys". There's only one window that brings very little light into this dungeon like room. It's like being in a cold hell." I get knocked out of my thoughts as I hit each stair and then thrown to the middle of the dark space.

"Take off your shirt." he commanded. I hesitated. "Take it off, or I'll have to give you extra punishment." I obediently took off my green hoody to reveal a white bloody tank top. He seems to be pleased with my compliance, and proceeds to harshly put me in chains. "Hmmm let's start a new project shall we?" I shiver as he whispers these words in my ear.

I remember our last project; it consisted of seeing how many bruises and injuries he could put on me in one night without killing me in the process. This one is certainly going be worse than last time. "Let's get you ready first."

He then gets out the whip and begins to use it on me. Over and over again the leather hits my skin, and I'm sure some cracks of the weapon caused my skin to split. I try my best not to scream from the pain, which doesn't make him happy at all. I guess you can imagine why I'm mute now, though these are the only times I use my voice. It seems that my silence made him give up on the whip and move on to the taizer knowing full well of what it does.

He takes it to my neck and the pain is just below unbearable. All the same, it wretches a scream from me, and as I begin to fall unconscious I hit the floor. I feel a hand caressing my cheek, "Oh, you will fall much farther my little angel, much farther."

I open my eyes to find that I'm still in this horrible place. I get up slowly and grab my sweat shirt and continue my way up to my room. It finally hits me on what he said. "Has he completely gone off his rocker?! I mean I know he's a sadist, but now an insane obsession? And what in the world, angels?!" was all I could think at the moment. I decide to disregard the disturbing thoughts and go to bed.

I wake up the next morning around seven and it comes to my mind that it is Saturday. I immediately get up, which is a bad idea since my head is now reeling. My neck still hurts and so does everything else. I put on my usual clothes and head out the window and down the fire escape. I don't really want to deal with my crazy adoptive father for a good while.

I take a second to look at my so called home. It looks so creepy on the outside that not even a ghost would inhabit it. It's no wonder no one calls when I scream, they probably think it's haunted.

"Well it's about time I get some breakfast; I haven't had anything since yesterday." I thought. I check my pockets and turns out I don't have any money. Well, there goes that idea. Oh wait. Sweet I just found five bucks on the ground, off to food I go. After my Nasty Burger breakfast, I went to take a look around. I had to roll my eyes at what happens, another ghost attack and this one was apparently named Technus.

Danny Phantom comes to save the day like usual until these new kids come in and steal the show. Apparently they are called the Masters Blasters as announced by our newly elected mayor. The whole thing is to make Danny look bad, though I still think that he's the best and possibly the strongest person that I know. He's probably the reason I still have hope of being saved from my situation. Speaking of which, I better get back before he realizes I'm gone and get (shivers) extra punishment.

I make my long way back home, since I live in the less spectacular side of the city. As I walk I get pulled into an alley and roughly pushed against a brick wall. Great this is just what I need. "Give me your money" I mouthed 'I don't have any' apparently he didn't catch that. He threw me to the ground and began to rip off my jeans.

Oh wonderful another rape to go unreported, further more He's going to be really mad if he finds out someone else touched me. (sighs) This is going to suck. I kick my potential rapist in the shoulder just as he was getting to my underwear and then with my other foot kicked him in the head and knocked him out. I grab my pants, quickly put them on, and return to my route home.

I go back up to the fire escape and into my room. I make my way down stairs and into the kitchen just to find my drunken father. Today must be my day; I avoid one rape and get another. As soon as he noticed I was in the room he cornered me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me off to his bed room, the other room I hate. I get my clothes taken off, and I'm tied to the head board. It was four hours of pain and agony, and the beating I took yesterday was really taking its toll on my body. Every time he came my stomach filled with fire. I know I cried, I do every time he rapes me. After that I passed out from the strain on my body.

I wake up with him still cuddling my bruised and battered body. It hurts so much to move, but I've got to get out of here before he decides on round three. I grab my clothes and make my way up the stairs to my bathroom. I make sure to wash my clothes and then turn on the shower. I got out of my piping hot shower and opened the drawer that contained my first aid supplies. I put some ointment on my injuries and took out this stuff that I newly acquired. It's supposed to kill sperm and sterilize the area, though to only some extent, but I'll take what I can get.

I go to my room and check my alarm clock; it's five in the morning. I know it must seem pretty stupid that I would defend myself against some scum bag in an alley, but not him. The truth is I don't know why really. I guess it's because I'm more afraid of him, and the other guy was younger and definitely weaker than my foster father. (Sigh) It's not like I haven't tried to escape this, I mean I've been living with him for six years now.

At first I tried to fight back, but he was too strong and he would just laugh at my struggling. Every time I ran away he would drag me back home and give me extra punishment. After a while I just started losing hope, until we moved here. The new school year started and I became a freshman in high school. The first time I saw Danny Phantom in action was when I got a sliver of hope back. I thought that surely he could take on that hideous man; so I started leaving letters on my desk at the end of the day in hopes that someone would come save me. So far I've gotten no reply. Well, it's now six in the morning on Sunday and I think I'm going to just sleep the whole day.

Alright well that's it for this chapter. The ones after this just get worse and worse. I'll tell you that this goes with the time line of the last episode. After a certain point I will switch over to Danny's point of view.