Looking at my watch I saw that it was 02:30 p.m. and I was supposed have been home two hours ago.

I ran home as fast as I could, hoping that my Mother would still be there instead of- him… I made my way to my home and saw that my Mother's car wasn't in there. My heart sank at the thought that 'he' would here instead. I walked through the door, removing my shoes as I went inside. The lights were off and I couldn't see a thing.

I walked into the dark kitchen and turned the light on… just to have my eyes land on a certain someone.

"Where've you been?" He asked as I stared into his cold eyes. Lucas, my stepfather, got out of his chair and walked over to me. He bent down to my height.

"I'll ask you again, where the hell have you been!" He yelled, making me jump slightly. Chills ran down my spine and I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"I…I was at school doing extra work to get my grades up." I said with my head down, to afraid to look at him.

"Don't you lie to me!"

"I'm not lying, I wouldn't I-." I was cut off by a painful blow to the face. I fell to the ground my eyes still away from his face.

"I know where you were. You were with that stupid little friend of yours Robin!" He chuckled, "You're going to get it now."

He grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room. "No! Please!" I screamed but he ignored me and dragged me across the floor. I tried to shake him off… I tried…

But I failed and he instead of dragging me, picked me up over his shoulder and carried me towards the couch. He lied me down, and yanked off my skirt along with my panties.

"No, Lucas please. I'm sorry!" He started to remove his own pants, and positioned himself at my entre"

"Shut up, Rachel! No-one can hear you. Besides, who would believe you anyway?"

"Please, God no! I don't want this again!"

He rammed his cock inside of me... I felt a burning sensation engulf my body and a scream ripped threw my throat. He hit me once more to silence my screams. I felt like my insides were on fire. He ignored my pleas and continued to thrust himself in and out of me. It didn't take very long for him to release inside of me, and he finally pulled out.

He got up off the couch and redressed himself, I couldn't look at him… I kept my eyes shut. I heard his chuckle, his disgusting, rusty laugh was forever branded in my mind.

"Clean this up before your Mother comes home from work. I'm going out for awhile."

My body ached… I couldn't move… I was broken…


I just was just sitting under shower, letting ice cold water trail down my body.

Trying to wash all the remains of stepfather. I start to think to myself. ' I didn't do anything to deserve this, his urge for lust.'

"Rachel?" I was interrupted by a gentle voice that I was longing to hear. My mother didn't know my stepfather was hitting me. She was always at work and I usually kept quiet about it. I got out of the shower and got dressed in an over sized shirt and long baggy pants. I came down the staircase looking for her.

"Hm, Mom; Where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen sweetheart." I walked towards the kitchen barely making a sound. I stood at the doorway. As my Mom turned around she smiled at me.

"How was school sweetie?" I didn't say anything.

"What's for dinner?" I asked her, trying to avoid the question. I sat down at the table and looked out the window.

"Baby, did something happen at school? I'm all ears." I looked her in the eyes.

"No your not, you are always at work or you bring your work home with you."

"I know, but Rachel I promise we'll have more time together."

"That's what you said 2 months and since then we haven't done anything together."

"Rachel I didn't know you felt like this, but I have to work to keep ." All of sudden her cell phone rang, I knew it was her job. I looked away with tear coming down.

"I'm sorry, Baby I have to take this." She kissed me and went to go get her phone.


Later that night...

An Embrace…Warm. Soft. Strong. Comforting. She lent into it, leaning back against him. resting her head upon his shoulder and closing her eyes, inhaling his scent, reveling in his presence. She placed her hands and arms over his, which were wrapped about her waist, holding he close.

"I love you,Partypants" he murmured, his voice soft and melodious even at such a low volume; he kissed her upon her cheek and rested his chin upon her shoulder, though he had to hunch just a little to do so. Then, unexpectedly, he added, "I'm sorry."

She lent her cheek against his. "I know," she whispered. "I wish you could stay. I've missed you, House."

He did not answer in words but held her all the closer. Then, he was gone – vanished, as if he'd never been.

And she awoke in tears. She was drowning in her own silence. He was alone in his own darkness.