AN: So I've had this story in my head for a while. I wanted to write a third person story and a jasmine point of view story since most of my stories are in Huey's except for one shots. I was indecisive at first but then I decided to make this one the third person story. I was going to update this after I had finished my other story Hue Spells an Fairytales but I had to write this now. This story is dark and if you are uncomfortable with certain themes then don't read this. Rape is definitely one of them so if you are getting squeamish just by reading that word than this story is definitely not for you.

I hope you all enjoy this and I do not own a thing.

Chapter 1

Bang! The door was nearly coming off the hinges.

"Open this damn door, now!" Someone yelled out.

"Please..." Jazmine begged.

She was hiding in her closet, she knew he would find her but she had no other place to go. She closed her eyes and shivered in fear. She wanted this to stop.

"Bitch open this door!"

'Why?' is all that she could manage to think. Why her?

The door busted opened, Jazmine grabbed her messy natural blonde curls, she managed to pull some strands off. She prayed that he would go away, this was no life for a fifteen year old. She should have been in school with her friends, Cindy, Riley, Caesar, and her most dearest friend Huey. But she was five states away from her home.

The closet door opened.

"Here you are baby."

He grabbed her roughly and threw her on her bed.

She blamed her parents for this. Why did they have to die? It's their fault, all their fault. She could be at home with her friends and loving family. She could make something of herself, she wanted to be an elementary school teacher. She could be living the perfect teenage life at this very moment. Going to parties with Cindy, to riots with Huey and going to sport events to watch Riley and Caesar. No. That life was not meant for Jazmine anymore. She was destined to this one. This cold and harsh life.

The man practically ripped her blouse and skirt off. He licked his lips.

"You look so sexy in that school uniform but you look better with out it. Oh you becoming such a woman." He said as he fondled her breast.

"Your tits growing mighty nice, I'm so proud of you." He whispered the last part in her ear.

Jazmine's tears began to fall from her cheeks.

"Cry for me sweetie, I'm into that shit." He said as he sucked her nipple and bit it, drawing blood.

All their fault. Did they have to go to that stupid party? Did they have to get hit by that drunk driver? Did she have to live? Why did she live? She should have died along side them. But no she had to survive. Was this it for her? Why? Why Her?

He entered her raw and began thrusting hard. Her face was emotionless with tear tracks on her cheeks. What did she do to deserve this?

"Say you love me! Say you love your uncle Jeremy!" Jeremy commanded.

Jazmine stayed silent.

"Say it Bitch!" He shouted as he slapped her hard in the face.

"I love you!" She shouted, this caused her to bawl again.

"Now say you loved to be fucked!"

"I love...to be fucked." Jazmine covered her eyes, But Jeremy removed her hands from her face.

He licked her tears.

She hated him so much but her parents are the ones who signed him as her guardian.

"Oh shit!"

She knew what that meant.

"Please not-"

"Too late." He said as his body fell on her.

He had done it again. He had released himself in her again.

Jeremy forced Jazmine to take birth control pills but she was still scared, she didn't want to have his baby.

He pulled himself out and off of her.

"Go get dressed before your aunt comes home." He said before walking out the room.

Jazmine lay on her bed motionless. Her aunt knew what was going on but she ignored it. She hears Jazmine cry for help every night and Jazmine knows that. She hates her too.

Jazmine got dressed in a simple white shirt and gray sweat pants. She lost all her motivation to be girly. Her hair was always in a messy state or bun. Her uncle did this to her. She hated the feeling of him in her, using her body like she was some kind of sex doll. She hated it so much but it did not compare to the feelings she felt after the violent sex was over. She could still feel him thrusting in and out and she could feel his seed swimming up, trying to reach her womb. She fell to the floor crying.

"Please..." She begged.

"...I don't want to have that monsters baby. Please, let it stop." She prayed.

Jazmine had stopped believing in God after her parents died but she still managed to pray no matter what, it was the only thing keeping her sane.

Huey sat in his room reading as usual when his brother walked in.

"Yo nigga that one chick here to see you." Riley said.

"Who?" Huey asked.

"I don't kno her damn name, the bitch that look like Jazzy."

"Marleen? She does not look like Jazmine."

"She do though. She got a fat ass like Jazzy and the same pair of green eyes. Only difference is she full black."

Huey got up from his bed so he could go greet his friend.

"Shit Nigga, you over Jazzy that fast. Damn you is cold."

"Riley Jazmine and I were friends and so are Marleen and I, nothing special."

"Whateva nigga." Riley said as he headed to the kitchen.

Huey opened the front door and stepped onto the porch.

"Hello Huey." Marleen greeted.

"How are you?" She asked, trying to be friendly.

"What's up Marleen?"

"Aww I can't just talk to my friend, I gotta want something?"

Riley was not lying when he said that she resembled Jazmine.

Marleen was a pretty and smart girl. She stood at 5'8 and had long brown wavy hair that reached her mid back. She was just like Jazmine, the way she talked, the way she dressed, all Jazmine. Huey picked her as a friend because of this, honestly the only thing the girl and him had in common was the fact that they shared the same math class. No matter how much he denies it Huey knows what he truly felt for his best friend and he also knows that this girl is similar to her. He is trying to replace her but he wont admit it at all.

"I guess not." He said, she laughed at him.

Shit even her laugh was like hers.

It had been five months since Jazmine's parents died and five months since she moved. Huey did not know much, he just knew that she was in another state with some relatives. Every night he would dream of her and in his dream she would always try to tell him something but he usually woke up before she could. He had a feeling that the message was important but he never could hear it.

Marleen grabbed his hand but Huey quickly pulled away.

"What do you want to do?" He asked the mocha skinned girl.

"Can we go to Charliy's ?"

Charliy's was a restaurant/ arcade that most teens went to hang out. Wunceler had opened it to keep teens away from trouble, Huey was a bit suspicious because of his act of kindness, but he never questioned it.

He shrugged.

"Ok, lead the way."

Marleen cheered as she did.

Jazmine wasn't hungry as usual, she really needed to eat since she had already lost ten pounds. It's unhealthy and she knew that shee needed to give her body nutrients, she was the only one who cared for herself. But at the moment she couldent find the strenght and courage to move. She sat in her closet, knees to chest, listening to her favorite artist. Alicia Keys was one of the things that she still loved. Jazmine ate diner with her new ''family'' once, before her Uncle forced his way on her. The night before he did she heard him arguing with his wife, he wanted a divorce but she begged him to stay. How could she live with a monster like him. Well then again she was a monster herself. She had plenty of chances to help Jazmine but she wanted to make her husband happy, anything to make him stay, right?

"Don't cry Jazmine. Don't cry." She told herself as she slapped her own face.

It was no use, for the tenth time today she was bawling. She sobbed but not loudly, if he heard her cry he would punish her like last time.

Jazmine sat in her closet wailing. She could here him coming, his foot steps echoed in her ears. He grabbed her and bounded her hands with rope.

"You want to fucking cry then I'll give you something to cry about."

He laid her on her belly and lifted her plaid blue school skirt. He pushed her panties to the side, not taking them off, and entered her from the back. She never felt such pain before. 'Make it stop! Make it stop!' she screamed in her head. She screamed in pain as he pushed inside of her.

"No!" She screamed, crying harder.

"You want to fucking cry still."

He removed the belt from his pants and hit her behind with it, causing it to redden.

She yelped.

"Are you feeling good baby?"

Good? How the hell was this good? No, she hated this!

"I'm almost there baby! Just a few more pumps." He groaned.

Jazmine shut her eyes, it was almost over. She could go back into her closet after this.

"Ahhhh!" He shouted as he relieved himself inside of her.

"Now that was a good fuck, don't you think baby?" He said as he kissed her temple.

The memory had her crying even more. But what was the point of her tears? Her Aunt wouldn't help and the teachers and faculty at school didn't give a flying fuck about the student's either. If the parents paid they could care less, maybe that's why her uncle signed her up for private school. She lived in a small town where everyone knew each other and no one asked questions. The man down the Street could commit a murder and everyone would ignore the body in his trash can. That is how this town worked. No one cared. Jazmine had no one. She wasn't able to make a single friend either. The only thing she had was herself and her closet, her make shift home. Her only sanctuary.

AN: Told you it was dark. And it gets worse. Review please!