A/N: Okay. Well...this is an idea I had. It just randomly popped up in my head. I didn't review this story so I'm sure that there will be TONS of mistakes. Just tell me in the reviews if you're awesome enough to write one :D Just don't flame me okay? I just started so I know I suck.

IMPORTANT: So umm..this story WILL be graphic. For those of you who can not handle domestic violence, rape, sex, drug/alcohol abuse, selfharm, eating disorders and all that sad stuff, this story is NOT for you. And if you flame me about it, I won't really give a tootin' because I have already warned you ._.

But other than that...umm..enjoy?

Charter One.

Right Off the Bat.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!" Fitz screamed as he slapped me in the face once again. I could feel my face burn and swell from the blow and made my vision fuzzy.

...

Fitz was usually like this. He gets drunk and then his rage enfurates him. It's almost like the alcohol lights the fuse in his brain to trigger his anger towards me. It's been like this for 2 years.

Ever since I met Fitz at Degrassi when I was 15, my life has honestly been a downward spiral. When we met, I knew he drank and smoked. But I was a rebal. With Darcy gone and my parents fighting so much and my dad...family wasn't a concern for me. I was trying to find love. True love. And I thought that I'd find that with Fitz. He seemed so sweet and calm and gentel.

He wasn't.

Fitz was a monster.

As soon as he saw that I was head over heels for him, (It was pretty obvious) he took advantage. At first it started with just a little screaming at the slightest thing I did "wrong". Like even talking to a boy. Or even one of my best friends, Adam, who is FTM (female to male). Adam technically not even a boy, but Fitz still gets jealous.

After the yelling stage, he started becoming obsessive and touchy. And by touchy, I mean in violent and sexual ways.

When I'd have to go over to Fitz's house to get away from my parents, he'd usually be drunk or smoking the evil, white crystal that destroyed everything in it's path; methamphetamine.

When the drug and Fitz combined, it was a perverted, sick and deadly combination.

I'd be with him, in his dirt poor room.

Alone.

Defenceless aginst his wrath.

Fitz didn't live alone. He lived with his dad who was a man-whore, alcoholic himself. Most of the time he was out at clubs, hotels, other women's houses, or even jail for his dangerous drinking and driving habit. So basically, when I was alone with Fitz, I was truly alone.

It's terrible being with Fitz. The first time I went there, I remember I wore my favorite green floral, knee-high skirt, with a teal tank top, my blue jean jacket and of course my cute, silver flats.

Bad move.

He immeditly took full advatage of the situation.

Fitz was drinking AND smoking that night. It was the worst I've ever seen him so far into the relationship.

He grabbed me, pushed me onto his bed, and..

You can guess the rest.

Let's just say that after that, I rushed to the bathroom to find blood dripping down my thigh with brusis all over my body.

I ran home after I snuck out from the bathroom window (which Fitz now keeps locked to make sure I don't run away again) and ran to my room. I remeber locking the door and sobbing as I assisted the damage that he had done to my body that night. I also remember tyring to keep quiet so my parents didnt hear me.

After I cleaned myself up and changed, I got a text from Fitz.

Babe..I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to. I love you and you know that. Please forgive me?-Fitz

And I did...

...

"I'm...sorr-" I could barely get the words out before he punched me in the gut. I was still dazzed but I could recognize the taste of blood leaking from my mouth.

"STOP FUCKING PLAYING AROUND CLARE! GOD, YOPU'RE SUCH A UGLY FUCKING WHORE!" He spat at me. I almost chocked on the strong smell of the meth and alcohol.

'Fitz...please.." I was gasping. I tried to grab something to lean onto because I was feeling dizzy. And with little black dots blurring my vision, I could tell I was about to blackout.

I looked up at Fitz, hoping that the look of hurt in my (probably balckened) eyes would get to him and that he would stop. But the last thing I saw was him delivering that one last blow.

And then all I saw was darkness.

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