Here's the first of the new stories I came up with. I pre-wrote some scenes already and up to now I don't know where this story will be going. I hope you enjoy reading, but be warned: It's not a happy-sappy story like it usually is. This one here deals with domestic violence and is rated M for areason!

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I'll post the first chapter first and it's up to you if you want me to go on. Don't forget, this story deals with a serious topic, the psychology behind it and the effects domestic violence has on people!

Repairing what's lost

It's been almost two years. Almost two years since she had left the mansion and lived in a small apartment in New York. Her life was different now, far different from what she'd been used to from the one she had in the mansion. With two plastic bags in her hand Jean opened the dilapidated looking door to the apartment and closed the door behind her. Just as she'd hung up her jacket and had put the bags to the ground she heard someone approaching. "Where've ya been?" a tall and muscular man with dark hair that hung into his face asked and threw a beer can to the ground. She could tell that he was angry. He always was.

"I went food shopping," the redhead replied and was about to enter the bathroom when he blocked her way with a glare. "I want to take a shower…"

"You'll first make me somethin' t'eat and then ya tidy up before ya do anythin' else," he hissed and narrowed his eyes in a way that made them appear to be black instead of brown.

Looking around the room that was supposed to look like a living room, Jean bit her lip. She knew that when she had left in the morning to go to work that the room had looked like a living room. "You've been at home," she shrugged and looked into his eyes for a brief moment. "You could have done it…"

She had barely said it when he suddenly grabbed her wrist roughly and pushed her against the wall. "Oh, so Miss thinks she's better, hm?" he said in a low voice and made her press herself against the wall.

"No…," Jean replied calmly and held her breath when he pulled her with him and pushed her into the next room.

"I'm hungry!" she heard him saying after she had barely managed to catch her fall. "So start cookin'!"

Jean was in the middle of it when she heard him entering the kitchen. Pretending that he wasn't there she went on with it, when his hand pulled her hair over her shoulder. Feeling it, she tried to evade his touch. "What is this shit?" he suddenly asked and let go of her.

"Noodles," Jean said after figuring out what he meant.

"I said I'm hungry, damn it," he said harshly and glared daggers at her.

"Well, it's food," she replied as calm as possible since she knew too well how aggressive he could become. "So where is the problem?" she added and uttered a shriek when his hand suddenly pushed the pot from the stove; it landed on the ground with a shattering noise, spilling the ingredients on the floor and leaving the room even messier than it's been before.

"I told ya to cook me somethin' t'eat and ya come up with fuckin' noodles," he barked and Jean pressed herself against the fridge. She had begun to pant when fear took over. "Tidy up!" he added even louder than before.

Only staring at the ground and feeling how fear was replaced by anger, Jean watched how he turned around to leave the room. "No…," she managed to say through clenched teeth and he stopped in an instant.

"What?!" he asked and narrowed his eyes.

"You did this mess, not I," the redhead said and heaved very deep breaths to stop herself from quivering when he turned around to come closer. Instinctively she pressed herself against the fridge again.

"Did ya just give me an order?" he hissed and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"No…," she mumbled and startled when he grabbed her left arm roughly. "You're hurting me…"

"I don't give a shit, bitch!" he barked and she shut her eyes tightly. "You're goin' to tidy up now or you'll get t'know me! Understood?" After receiving a weak nod he threw her to the ground. At the door he heard a sob and turned to give her a look. "Oh, c'mon! Not that again," he spat. "Next thing is that ya call for daddy again, huh?" With that he left and Jean ran a hand through her face, while tears ran down her cheeks. Through a blurred vision she slowly began to tidy up.

Later she lay curled up in bed and tried to find sleep. She didn't need any heightened senses to smell the strong odor of alcohol on him. It disgusted her every time he smelled like this. Sadly as it was, it nearly was everyday. Jean suddenly felt how his hand touched her and pulled her shoulder away to evade his touch. When he grabbed her harder next, she moved over to the edge and pulled her legs even closer while her heart began to race in her chest. She knew how unpredictable he could become when he had drunken a lot. Even one wrong look was often enough and he snapped. She felt how the bed moved. Before she could react he had grabbed her again and tried to force her into a kiss, but she turned her head away. With her arms she began to push against his chest. "I don't want it today," Jean said through clenched teeth since it took all her strength to keep him off her.

"But I do," he replied and felt how she began to push him away again. He strengthened the grip on her first, before he grabbed her roughly next to push her face down into the mattress with his weight. Using her free hand Jean tried to push his hand away when he began to touch her inside of her pants. Unable to suppress it, she began to pant in fear and exertion and tried her best to push him away and stop his rough hand from roaming over her body. But she had to realize that he was stronger. Jean felt a strong urge to throw up when he began to kiss her neck and squeeze one of her breasts with a hard touch. The strong smell of sweat and alcohol made her feel sick to her stomach and combined with the strong fear that rose within her, she thought she would faint in panic.

"Please, I don't want it," she began to beg and tensed her muscles when she felt how his hand had finally reached its target. "Stop it!" Jean said aloud as her pants were pushed down and she felt his hardness pressing against her. "Please, stop!"

"I know ya want it, too, baby," he groaned into her ear and rubbed against her.

"No, I don't," she replied in despair and bit her lip hard, while she shut her eyes tightly when he entered her roughly. Thinking that her body was torn apart, she let her tears fall and began to feel even sicker when he began to moan into her ear. Unable to do anything against him, she lowered her head in defeat and waited for him to finish.

Afterwards, while he was asleep, Jean quickly began to pack her most important things into a small purse and ran towards the front door. She cursed when it was locked and looked around for the keys in panic. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to find them since he always hid them well, Jean tried to concentrate on the lock and use her powers on it. "Please," she begged as nothing happened and concentrated even harder, but her powers didn't want to work. Suddenly, the light was switched on and she turned around with widened eyes, just to see him standing opposite of her. Seeing the look on his face, she began to back off and pressed herself against the door.

"What are ya doin'?" he asked and came slowly closer. It didn't take long for him to notice the purse in her hand and he uttered a low chuckle, while his eyes began to narrow. "Ya wanted to run, hm?" he asked and cracked his knuckles. Shrieking, Jean covered her head when a vase shattered next to her against the door. She stared at him with widened eyes and thought her heart would burst in her chest with fear, as he suddenly grabbed her roughly. "So ya thought ya can just leave me?" he demanded to know.

"No," Jean cried and shook her head. "No, I didn't…" Only feeling how something hit her heard, she landed on the ground and cried out. Before she could turn, he had already grabbed her again. He looked right into her tearstained face, ignored that she was scared to death and that her eyes begged him to stop. Roughly, he pulled her even closer.

"You're not goin' anyway, bitch!" he hissed full of hatred. "Ya hear me?"

So, what do you guys think? Should I go on or not?

Preview: Ororo visits Jean and learns something about her and after nearly 2 years, there'll be an unexpected return who's in for a surprise.