Author's Note: Well hello ;). Umm..First story. So sorry if it completely sucks and you feel the need to set your computer on fire, throw it out the window, and beat it into smaller pieces because it sucked that bad. ^.^ Completely understandable though. Clare is in 10th grade and Eli is in 11th grade.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, or the oh so smexy Eli/Munro.

Chapter 1.

"No….Please…Don't" I begged.

"Oh come on, I just want a little fun" He slurred. His voice rough; His eyes full of evilness; he stumbled to get near me as I slowly backed away from him.

*Thump* I turned around, quickly but slowly. A corner. No! NO, NO. I'm trapped. Fear started running through my body as I stared at the man in front of me, who I thought I could trust. The man I looked up to.

"You ungrateful bitch. STOP TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM ME! You know you can't escape me, not like your mother did. I'm stronger than you. And I WILL get what I want. "An evil smile appeared on his face.

That's when it happened. The punch to the stomach was hard, making me tumble to the ground and knocking the air out of me. I was like a fish out of water, gasping for air but it just wouldn't come. I stayed curled in a ball. Trying to protect myself anyway possible, hoping to wake up to be relieved it was all a dream. But it isn't. This is reality.

I could feel his strong hands grabbing my arms and dragging me towards the bed.

"Please…Don't." I whispered so softy that I was surprised he heard me.

"Shut Up!" His grip on my arms tightened. I knew that was going to leave a bruise. That I'd have to hide under more makeup, like I do with every other bruise he has caused to appear on my pale body.

He lifted me up onto the bed, throwing me with force.

From there, it all seemed to be a blur. The clothes flying here and there. The..horrible feeling of his touch against my skin. I knew I fell asleep during the process while crying, just wanting to escape the nightmare because the next morning the results hit me like a train. I didn't want to believe it. Not at all. But it had happened and I can't undo it. I started to sob silently, clenching my hands into tiny fists. Then letting out a loud, screeching scream.

My dad raped me.

*One Month Later*

There I stood. On the front steps was in the middle of winter and I had a warm coat on, while I rubbing my hands to keep them warm. It was fairly busy since it was the first school day after the break. Some students excited to be back, some dreading it.

Laughter erupted through the crowds of people.

I whipped my head around; my auburn curls swaying. I knew that laugh. The laugh from the one and only, Alli Bandhari. She was talking to Jenna, her newly found best friend. We haven't spoken since the fight we had over the break and honestly, I missed her. But it seemed she was doing better without me so I was going to keep it at that. I slowly turned my head to face the front doors that I soon had to face and walk through.

I began to walk when a group of football players ran past me. One making me fall onto the hard cement and making my books scatter around. I sort of just stood there, shocked. Until a voice brought me out of the trance.

"Hey, are you okay?" His voice was low but comforting for some reason.

He gently put his hand on my forearm. I flinched at the contact and he seemed too noticed so he quickly took his hand away. But instead putting his hand out, to help me up.

I hesitated but took it and stood back up. He passed me my books, not knowing how on earth he had picked them up so quickly.

I looked up, only to have ocean blue crash with forest green. His eyes are the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen. I could get lost in them forever. I studied his face figure better. Jet black hair that seemed to fall into perfect place. His lips were a perfect shade of light pink. While his skin was perfectly tanned, making his green eyes stand out more. I almost gasped at how stunning he looked. It was breath taking.

I felt heat rise up to my checks, I knew I was starting to blush but I failed miserably to hide it. He started to smirk, still starring intensely into my eyes. As if he could see into my soul. The way he looked at me was in a caring and loving way but for some reason it reminded me of that…Night.

The way he touched my body, how he would stare at the weak and naked body on the bed, Disgusted me. The way he hungrily tore off my clothes while I struggled to get away. The beating for not doing what he commanded.

I softly gasped. He did this to me. Took away my virginity before I was even married. Made me feel dirty and ashamed. What if this boy in front of me does the same to me too. He looks like a kind and caring person but I thought the same way about him. 'You'll regret it, Clare.'

"What's wrong?" His eyes now full of concern. "Are you hurt? Should I take you to the clinic?"

I cleared my throat. " Umm Nothing, I'm fine. I..I just have to go. Thank you for picking up my books. Bye." I said quickly. Then turned around and ran up the stairs.

Halfway through the door I turned around for one last glance, only to find the green-eyed boy still starring at me with confusion written all over his face.

I started walking away. Holding my books close to my chest.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you into my life." I said under my breath as I go off to find my next class.

Sooo? Reviews please. Should I continue? No? Yesh? Maybe? Did you end up beating your laptop into shreds? If I get at least 5 review..I'll post the 2nd chapter by Saturday.