So this is my first shot at a story. I'm going to do my best to update a lot, but private school is KIND of busy. (: Please review. It would absolutely make my day.

"Serena?" She jerked her head up, finding herself face to face with her therapist. "Did you even hear the question?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

"Sorry sir. I spaced out. What did you say?" The truth was, she barely listened to any of what he said. She didn't need a therapist.

"I said, Mrs. van der Woodsin, do you realize what has happened because of your actions?" He always used lots of unnecessary enunciations when he talked. Like that was going to get the message across or something.

"Of course I do sir. It's not really rocket science." He sighed, and rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Sir?"

"Mrs. van der Woodsin, I am trying to help you." He said, giving her a look. Serena sighed, and stood up.

"With all due respect sir, I really don't need any help." She said, as she grabbed her back and walked towards the door.

"Mrs. van der Woodsin!" He called after her. "If you walk out that door, there will be huge consequences!" Serena almost laughed.

"Thanks for the warning!" She responded, without even turning around.

*Flashback*

"Little Serena van der Woodsin." Chad whispered in her ear. "All alone. Weak. Helpless. Tony isn't here to save you now." She felt a sharp blow to the back of her head. It was all she could do not to cry out.

"Leave me alone Chad. Why are you doing this?" She questioned. She didn't really care, she just needed him to waste time while she developed a plan.

"Why am I doing this? Simple, Serena. You're the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. Tony is a spoiled brat. So why not?" He chuckled. As he walked behind her, a shiver went down her spine. Suddenly, she felt his warm hands settle on her breasts. They slid their way down her stomach.

"Chad, please stop." Was all she could manage to get out before he lifted up her shirt. "Chad stop it!" She cried out.

"Come on Serena. We're just gunna play a little game. Tony won't know." He grinned mischievously as he pulled her closer, reaching his hands behind her back to unhook her bra. A tear slid down Serena's cheek at the same time her bra slid down to the floor.

"Dear God. Now I know why Tony has been keeping you close." He mumbled while he cupped her bare breasts. She winced, and tried to move away from his touch, but he pushed her down. More tears.

"Please! Just stop!" She yelled. He laughed.

"Serena, I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted too." He kneeled down to be eye level with her. "You are just too cute." He said, leaning in to bite on her nipples. She squeezed her eyes shut as he did it. He paused. "See, you're enjoying this too." He smiled wickedly. "Now, unzip your pants."

"Chad ..."

"I said unzip your pants!" He screamed, the sound of his voice echoed in the room. She looked at the ceiling, and with trembaling fingers, unzipped her jeans. He nodded, and proceeded to do the same. Soon enough, they were both wearing only underwear.

"Now Serena. You're going to do what I say, understood? If you don't, this will only last longer. Got it?" She nodded weakly, feeling helpless. "Good. Now, pull down your underwear." He demanded, and pulled down his. She felt a blush come to her cheeks. He really was quite ... well, you know. She slowly pulled down her panties. "Perfect." He said. "Now lay down on that bed, and beg for me."

"Chad why are you making me-" She started to say, before he ran forward and grabbed one of her breasts, making her gasp in pain.

"What did I say?" He growled. There was no movement in the room for a moment, then Chad let go. "Now go lay down on that bed, and beg for me." She did not argue this time. She walked over to the bed as if in a trance. She gulped before speaking.

"Please Chad. I want you. I need you. Oh Chad I'm so lonely." She said quietly. "Please come over here and make love to me." She finished. He smiled.

"Wonderful."

*End*

"Serena." Her mom said, as soon as she walked in the door. She was holding the phone in one hand. "Guess who I just had a pleasant chat with?" Serena sighed.

"Who?" She asked, even though she already knew. She just did it to humor her mother.

"Mr. Myers. Serena you can NOT keep on doing this! Mr. Myers was a very well talked about therapist! He could have helped you!"

"Oh my God mom! Helped me with what? I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine." Her and her mother often had fights, going back and forth like this. Often about her therapist, or "getting help". Serena knew herself. She knew she didn't need help. Well, no help a therapist could give.

"Oh for God's sake Serena. Open your eyes. This isn't even the first time this has happened." Her mom tried reasoning with her.

"Mom!" Serena's voice cracked. But there was no stopping her mother.

"Don't interrupt me! Now you listen to me young lady. One more quit therapist and you're going to boarding school. In New York." Her mom was suddenly looking right into her eyes.

"What? New ... New York?" Serena repeated to make sure she heard her correctly. "Mom, you can't be serious."

"Oh I am so serious. Get your act together, understood?" Her mom asked, her tone icy. Serena froze.

"You're going to do what I say, understood?"

Suddenly, Serena felt dizzy.

Understood?

And everything went black.

*

"Oh sweet baby jesus. You're okay!" Her mother screeched as soon as she woke up.

"Mom, please."

"Oh sweety!" Her mom said, smothering her in a hug. "You scared the living daylights out of me!"

"Sorry." She tried to say, but her mouth was covered by her moms jacket.

"New York isn't happening right away. You still have one more chance. Just do good, alright honey?" Serena pulled away to meet her mothers eyes.

"Yeah. Alright."

*

"Mrs. van der Woodsin, let's start at the beginning." She nodded patiently as therapist of the week tried to hear her life story.

"Well, when I was about fifteen, my dad walked out on us. He said-"

"Mrs. van der Woodsin? That is not the beginning." He interrupted. Sighing, she started over.

"Well, when I was a little organism in my mother womb-"

"Mrs. van der Woodsin." He said, looking over his glasses. It bugged her when people do that. Why have glasses if you're always going to be looking over them?

"I'm sorry sir, but nothing too exciting happened before my father left. Can't I just start there?" He rolled his eyes, like her starting there would be some huge inconvenience for him. Yeah right.

"If you must." She hated him already.

"Fine. My dad left when I was fifteen. After that, I was a little ... restless. I guess you could say the lack of the male figure of my father led me to want more male figures in my life. If you see where I'm going with this." She could see a blush raise to the therapist's cheeks. Ha. "So anyways, I had fun for a bit, then I met Tony. When I met him, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. No questions." She paused for a moment, thinking of the last look on his face. A lump rose into her throat, but she pushed it down. "But an old ... fling of mine moved to the school where we went. He wanted me back, bad. But Tony loved me. He wasn't about to let Chad take me away from him. But unfortunately for all three of us, Chad wasn't about to stop that easily. He'd call me every night, leaving messages on my machine. He'd send me repetitive IM's with provocative messages on them. He just wouldn't stop. Then, one night, he caught me as I was walking home from school. He grabbed me by the hair, covered my mouth, and forced me into his car. Somehow, we ended up in his room, and he raped me." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts and emotions.

"Now Serena, why do you think he really raped you?" He suddenly said. She glanced up.

"Excuse me?

"Well, he must have had an ulterior motive." He said, as if it were completely obvious. She stared at him for a few moments. He didn't even flinch.

"Are you serious right now? You ask me for my story and I'm telling you and you ask for his ulterior motives?" She was mad. No, she was furious.

"Serena, calm down. I'm just trying to help you." He said. Something inside her snapped.

"I. Don't. Need. Help!" She clearly pronounced each word.

"Serena, you have a problem!" He sighed, as if he was used to saying this every day. In a way, he was worse than Mr. Myers. She stood up.

"Thank you, but I will no longer be needed your services." She swiftly got up, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. She paused for a moment in the hall, waiting to hear her name be called. But all she could hear was silence.