A/N: Hey guys! I had previously written this story under the account LemonismylifeXXx and I had the sudden urge to rewrite and update the story! but of course I couldn't remember the email I used at the time, ssoooooo here's my new account! hope you guys enjoy xoxo, E

Wpov

It had been a month since Sunny had left the caves, she had decided her relationship with Kyle was nothing more than a show. She knew in her heart that Kyle would never love her as much as he loved Jodi and that was something she couldn't live with. Leading Kyle on to believe that one day Jodi would resurface from the depths of her own mind was cruel; Jodi was already lost. Since Sunny's departure from the caves Kyle has been a wreck. Just yesterday, Kyle was seconds away from getting himself thrown out of the caves for snapping at Jamie, of all people. During the incident, Kyle had, single handedly, managed to anger Melanie, Ian, and Jared almost to the point of confrontation. Not too soon after that, Jeb warned Kyle that if he couldn't get his head out of his ass and get himself in check soon, that he would no longer be welcomed in his home. It seems that lately the only person who can get through to Kyle is me. The whole situation with Kyle has put a strain on my relationship with Ian; he just can't seem to look past his jealousy to realize that Kyle needs me, that he needs someone to help ease the pain of losing a loved not just once, but twice.

I had just finished up in the kitchen and had been walking down the dark corridor towards the room that I shared with Ian. I had spent the day in the kitchen with Lily and Paige baking bread and seasoning soup for tonight's dinner, and needed a new set of clothes desperately. I heaved aside my favorite big, red door and headed straight towards my aged, chipping dresser. I quickly traded the flour covered T-shirt and shorts that I had been wearing for a fresh baby blue long sleeved shirt, and some cargo pants that were rolled up and pinned at the bottom. After changing my clothes I walked over to the mirror and began to detangle the bits and pieced of dough that were still captured in my locks. After brushing out all the knotted up scraps of dough in my hair I quickly yanked my hair up into a high ponytail and raced off towards the dinning hall. Over the months I've developed a deep love for the feeling of my hair swinging behind me when it was tied up, the weight of my hair was something that I had never really experience when I was in Mel's body, it was one of the few changes that I actually appreciated. I skipped into the hall and immediately spotted Jamie and Jared sitting at our self reserved table.

"Hey guys", I smiled taking my usual seat in front of Jaime who, by the way, only acknowledged me with a simple head nod since his mouth was filled with a combination of soup and bread.

"Hey there, Wanda" Jared winked at me. Over the months Jared and I had developed our own sibling type relationship that consisted of nothing more than playful jabs at each other and the occasional "over protective sibling" routine.

"How was working in the kitchen?" I could tell Jared was teasing me from that annoying gleam in his eye.

"Don't you start with her!" Mel smiled sneaking up behind Jared and smacking him on the side of his head.

"Ow! I was just being polite." Jared grumbled rubbing the side of his head. Mel delivered her signature eye roll before plopping down next to Jared and giving him soundly kiss on his cheek.

"Forgive me?" Mel smirked looking at Jared through her lashes.

"Hmmm, I guess." Jared caved, lowering his head to kiss Mel square on the mouth. After that we had slipped into an easy conversation revolving around today's activities and the soccer game that was scheduled for tomorrow after everyone was finished with their chores.

"Hey have any of you seen Ian? I haven't seen him all day and it's not like him to miss dinner without at least telling me first." I could feel a slight panic kick in as my imagination started to run wild. I took a quick survey of the lunch room just to make sure I hadn't bypassed him on my way to our table.

"The last time I saw him was in the fields, he was rotating the hell out of the soil." Jared confessed shaking his head.

"Oh." I couldn't help but feel guilty, Ian was upset with me for running off to find Kyle after the argument yesterday. He said that as his girlfriend I was suppose to care more about him than anyone else, that I was suppose to put him first the same way he does with me.

"Don't make that face, Wanda. Ian's just being a guy, right now, and we all know how boys are." Mel smiled reaching across the table to place her hand over mine. I gave her a small smile and continued to pick at my fingernail. Dinner was official over and with still no sign of Ian; before going back to my room I had checked the fields, the washrooms, and even the infirmary for him, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I pulled on one of the white V-necks that belonged to Ian and removed my cargo pants before crawling into bed. I passed the time staring up at the stars through the cracks in the ceiling. There was one special star, in particular, that stood out from among the rest. It was this one star that seemed to shine brighter than them all. Its light illuminating the sky with an icy-blue hue that reminded me so much of my Ian.

"Shit!" I woke up with a start to a silhouette leaning against the door frame of my room, I must have fallen asleep when I was waiting for Ian.

"Ian?" I squinted trying to identify the figure struggling to put the door back in its original position.

"Ian, are you okay?" I asked, swiftly pulled myself up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He kept his back to me as I watched him jerk the door back into place. When he was finished, he turned around and stalked to the drawer without saying a single word to me. I slowly wrapped my arms around myself as I studied him digging through his clothes.

"Ian...baby, will you please answer me?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard me from the stiffness that seemed to overtake his body the minute the words had left my mouth.

"What do you want me to say, Wanda?" Ian paused turning to look at me. I tried to repress the shudder that ran throughout my body from the harshness that was embedded in his tone.

"Ian please don't be upset with me anymore." I pleaded, I stood up and began to slowly approach him. My bare feet carried me closer and closer to my angry king. When I was finally in touching distance of Ian I slowly reached my hand out to place it on his chest.

"Ian...please, I'm sorry." I tilted my up to look at him, Ian was staring off towards the wall behind me with an intensity I never thought I would see again. He had the same look on his face as he did the first time I was brought into the caves.

"You're a whore." His words cut through me like a knife, I didn't understand what that word truly meant, but I knew that it was a word that was meant to hurt me. I flinched back, pulling my hand back from his chest and letting it fall limp to my side.

"What, you don't like it when I call you that?" Ian whispered as he began to stalk towards me; I held my hand to my own chest as a recanted my steps away from him. I couldn't seem to open my mouth to respond to him; my mouth felt as if it were filled to the brim with cotton. I stumbled backed until my shoulders ran into the wall that was on the other side of the room. I scanned the room to see if there were any other places I could possible go that would allow some space between me and Ian as we tried to talk this out. Just when I thought about going across the mattress to create an obstacle between us, Ian had already entrapped me between his arm. Ian had place both his hands on either sides of my head so that I couldn't move; He leaned in cutting off my line of sight so that he was all that I could see.

"How about we try Skank, Gutter Whore, maybe even Fuckhole. Would that be a more accurate name for you?" He was slurring in my face now. I could smell a distinct odor coming off from his breath, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Ian sighed dramatically and lifted a hand to brush away a strand of hair that had escaped my hair tie.

"You're so beautiful...so so beautiful." Ian closed his eyes and lowered his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for what felt like forever as he cradled my cheek and murmured random nothings into the air.

"...You're so beautiful and used." Ian whispered, suddenly righting himself up and grabbed my chin, roughly pulling it up so that I could look him in his face. The force with what he had pulled my chin had caused me to left up on my toes to help ease the strain.

"Ian! y-you're hurting me!" I could hear the panic in my own voice, my hands had flown up to attach themselves to Ian's wrists. I twisted my neck to try to free myself from his grip but it only resulted with him holding my face tighter.

"Don't worry, Sweetie. I'll take the pain away." Before I could properly register what he was saying, I felt the crushing of his lips against mine. His teeth slammed into mouth causing me to jerk my head away from him. He grabbed the back of my head sliding a finger under the elastic that held my hair up, and yanked it down with two jolting movements. I felt the hair rip from my scalp as he removed my hair tie. Within seconds my hair was draped drown my back with Ian's finger entangled within it. I could taste the alcohol that coated his tongue; the more I fought against his hold the tighter he would hold my body against his. My hands were pinned between our bodies and I was trying desperately to lessen his hold on me. His kisses were rough and sloppy and made breathing impossible. Ian dipped his head running his tongue along the outside of my jaw all the way down to the dip of my collarbone and back. A sensation went through my body that I had never felt before; I was in full panic mode now. I had never experienced so much of Ian before and this wasn't something that, neither I or this body, have ever been exposed to. I grunted as I tried one last time to push Ian off of me, I swung my head in every which direction trying to break the contact between our lips. In one swift movement, Ian had grabbed both of my wrists and had my arms pinned high above my head. I felt his hands travel up the length of my torso, starting right below my belly button and running, tentatively, up through the valley between my breast, and then lastly coming to rest at the base of my neck, where he curled his fingers around my throat. His mouth was everywhere, he attacked my tongue like a hungry dog that was desperate for something to satisfy its hunger. I wanted it to stop, I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I wanted someone to come and bring me back my Ian. I was brought back to my senses when Ian had captured my lower lip between his teeth and bit down against the delicate skin with force. A sharp cry had escaped my lips as my eyes began to sting with the tears that I refused to let fall. It was in that moment, that Ian pulled back, just enough, to look over my face. I could feel his eyes on me as I adverted my gaze and pulled in my lower lip, tasting the metallic flavor of my blood and the burning sensation that came from the teeth marks that I could feel imprinted on my lip. I kept my eyes on the ground below me, feigning interest in the way the loose dirt had begun to accumulate in the corner of the door way.

"Look at me." Ian demanded, his voice had become hoarse, as if he were struggling to keep his voice leveled with me. I hesitated before lifting my head just high enough for him to see my face. I kept my eyes trained on a spot across the room that was just to the left of his head, I was afraid of looking him in the eyes and seeing something that I knew I would regret. A gasp had escaped my lips as I felt Ian press the length of his body against my own. His hips curved in pressing into the softness of my stomach as he began to to tighten his hold around my neck. The pressure from his hold was beginning to cut off my air way. I struggled to pull in a solid breath of air as I began to squirm under his touch.

"So sexy..." Ian mumbled to himself. He released the hold that he had on my wrists, allowing me to, instantly, latch on to the arm that was squeezing the life out of me. Soon I felt his thumb tracing the contour of my lips, toying with the soft, malleable tissue. I cried out in shock when his thumb had entered my mouth; the saltiness of his finger was invading my every taste bud.

"Wanda..." The word left his mouth like a silent prayer and he stared at my face in a daze. He began to swirl his thumb inside my mouth, stretching the corners of my parted lips as I gasped for air. The tears had begun to roll down my face as I fought to remain conscious. Just when the corners of my vision had begun to blur, I was dropped onto the floor like a pound of sack. I sat there holding my hand to my throat as I choked on the air that was filling my lungs. My eyes were watering uncontrollable and my nose had begun to run. In my attempt to free myself from Ian's grip, I had stretched the collar of my already low V-neck, exposing a good majority of my left shoulder and the top half of my chest. I glanced up at Ian as I, subconsciously, wrapped my arms around myself. Ian stood over me holding the bridge of his nose as he mumbled to himself under his breath.

I was too afraid to move, I was scared of doing something that would set him off. I never thought that I would ever fear someone that I loved so deeply.

"You fucked him, didn't you?" My head snapped up at the bitterness that had filled his tone.

"...Wha-"

"Don't lie to me!" Ian growled springing forward grabbing a fist full of my hair; He crouched down right in front of me, pulling my head closer to him.

"Show me what you did. Show me how you fucked my brother." He tighten his hold on my hair as he tugged at the tearing collar of my shirt. My hands reached out to swat away his grabs, while also trying to hold on to the rest of my shirt.

"Stop. Ian stop!" My voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper. Suddenly, Ian stood up and staggered across the room dragging me behind him by the roots. He threw me in the general direction of the mattress, which I just barley missed. Half my body had ended up on the mattress, while the remain proportion had slammed against the dirt packed ground. The side of my head had ricocheted against the ground, sending a shooting pain right through my body. As I laid on my side holding my injured head Ian's form had came into view. I felt strong hands wrap around my waist pulling the remainder of my body up and onto the mattress. My ears were ringing and the world around me seemed to be dancing.

"Ian. Please." I weakly raised my hand towards his body to reject him. The world around me had literally begun to spin when I was hoisted up and flipped onto my back; bringing the ceiling into view. My vision was obstructed by a massive form; Ian had hovered his body over mine, taking hold of my wrists, like he had done before, pinning them against the bed. I squirmed under his grip in an attempt to regain mobility of my arms. As I thrashed against him, I felt the sliding of his knee between my thighs.

"Show me." It was a command; his head cascaded, gluing his lips against mine. He forced my lips open plunging his tongue into my mouth. The taste of alcohol had once again filled my mouth; He sucked on the curve of my lip, while tasting every inch of my face. His free hand had snaked its way down to the hem of my shirt. My heart dropped, no matter how much I begged, or how hard I fought, I knew that I couldn't stop him. The tears were freely falling down my face as reality hit in, my Ian...MY Ian was the one hurting me; He was my protector, my anchor, my reason for existing, But now...I was lost.

Smack! the startling sound of skin hitting skin had first caught my attention before the burning sensation had kicked in. The right side of my face was set on fire, my face had rocketed to the side with the force of the blow.

"Don't! Don't you fucking dare!" Ian's eyes were blazing with anger; he roughly swept his palms across my face smearing the tears away.

"This is your fault. Your damn fault!" He was spitting in my face now, as he reached down to tug the bottom of my shirt up to my rib cage. I pulled in my lips as I fought to hold the tears in; my lips trembled and my eyes burned with the emotion that I kept bottled in. His fingers ran along the indents of my rib cage, testing the sensitivity of my skin. His fingers left behind a trail of goose bumps where ever they danced, bring my skin to life. In a quick, unexpected movement he had grabbed the collar of my V-neck and ripped the rest of my tattered shirt open. My skin prickled with the new exposure, I weakly tugged on my arms in an attempt to cover as much of my chest as I could. The tears spilled over as I looked up into Ian's eyes and saw no trace of the man that I loved. We had never made it this far into our relationship, I was inexperienced- this body was inexperienced. I felt the warmth of his hand slide up my body and below the curve of my right breast. His eyes were raking over my body like a predator observing its prey.

"Ian, please don't." My whimper was ignored as he rested his palm around the remainder of my chest. I begun to break out in a cold sweat, my heart was racing at a speed that was not humanly possible. He toyed with the fleshy mound while taking survey of my face. I let out a cry as he begun to squeeze my breast with his full hand. The pressure had unleashed a fresh wave of tears; He begun to alternate between harsh squeezes and subtly moldings.

"I bet you like that, don't you?" I could tell Ian wasn't speaking directly to me, his focus was solely on the mounds of flesh in front of him. At this point it didn't matter if I cried or not, Ian would have his way and there was little I could do to stop him. I threw my head back as a piercing pain rocketed through my chest. Ian held the sensitive tip of my nipple between his thumb and his index finger.

"What's wrong, does that hurt?" Ian growled through clenched teeth. He pinched the skin hard lifting my breast by the nipple and moving it around. My back arched against the pain as I fought to restrain my screams that would certainly awaken all the members of the caves. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as Ian continued to fool around with my body. He alternated between breast, slapping and pinching until I was completely blinded by pain. I drew in a sharp breath as I felt his mouth latch onto my boob. I felt his tongue flick and swirl around my throbbing peak; my tongue was coated in blood as I chewed the inside of my cheeks raw from my discomfort. I let out a scream as I felt Ian's teeth clamp down onto the hypersensitive skin. His hand flew up to cover my mouth as he continued to chew on my nipple, his jaw worked as the sobs rippled through my body. I tugged on my arms as I tried to remove my body from below him. I managed to slip one of my hands out of his hold and push his head away from my aching chest. My hand tangled in his hair as I tried to push him off of me.

"Am I not good enough for you!?" Ian yelled slapping me in the face with the same hand he had just been smothering me with. I couldn't answer through my sobs, I was choking on my own breaking heart. Ian huffed as he leaned back on his knees releasing my wrist in the process. I instantly covered my chest with my arms as I remained pinned at the waist with the weight of Ian hovering over me. My arms were dampened with a fluid that was covering my chest; My body shook with fear and exposure, only have my pink boy-cut underwear as my only coverage. I looked through my tears to see Ian unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt while shaking his head. He opened his shirt revealing his tone, golden skin that laid hidden beneath. He looked me in the eye as pulled the shirt over and off of his shoulders.

"Ian, I'm s-sorry, I'm so, so sorry." My voice was throaty and fragile; I matched Ian's stare as I willed for him to see past his drunken state and realize what he was doing.

"Shut up!" Ian hissed throwing his balled up shirt to the other side of the room. Realization kicked in as I watched Ian fiddle with the buckle of his belt; A past memory of Mel's was filling my mind with images of Jared as he readied himself to make love to her.

"NO! I-Ian, Stop!" I tried to scream but my voice was virtually gone. I propped myself up by the elbows and started to pull my legs up from underneath him. I pushed myself from below him just before flipping over onto my stomach to crawl away in an army type fashion. My hair hung in unruly waves across my face as I headed for the door. I heard a grunt and the sound of a belt landing on the ground as I scrambled across the ground. I was just a few inches away from the door when I felt a hand wrap around the skin of my left calf pulling me back. I was flipped over onto my back as the ground scraped at my exposed skin.

"You know, I'm starting to like this feisty side of you, Babe." Ian teased as he hoisted my body up against his and carried me back towards the mattress; I bucked and wiggled within his arms trying to get him to drop me. Once we reached the mattress Ian plopped me down bringing his body along with me. He flipped me over resting one of his hands on my waist and the other on my cheek. I thrashed below him, but he simply had me pinned by the weight of his body. His hand caressed the bruised skin of my cheek, while the other hand slid down my waist and towards the waist band of my underwear. I clawed and pushed against him, but my efforts were baseless.

"Show me how you fucked him." Ian whispered into the collar of my neck as his fingers glided under the elastic. My breathing caught as I felt his hand travel lower and lower; Ian had sandwiched my hands between our bodies as he continued to nuzzled the crook of my neck. His finger parted the folds of my most private part bringing every nerve ending to life. I silently cried as I tried to mentally prepare myself for what I knew would eventually come. I felt the absents of his weight as Ian pulled back to grab something off to the side of the mattress. I felt the coldness of a belt buckle loop around my wrists before they were pulled together by the leather of the belt.

"You look so damn sexy like this." Ian murmured as he appeased my lying form. I laid sprawled out in front of him with my legs pinned straight, and my buckled hand resting on my stomach. Ian leaned forward again looping both of his index fingers into either sides of my panties, drawing the piece of fabric over my hips and down the length of my legs. I turned my head into the mattress as I cried out of shame. Ian was right, this was my fault, I never should have let him feel so unwanted, I should have soothed his jealousy before it had gotten this far. the tears slipped over the tip of my nose and landed, one by one, onto the mattress below. I could feel Ian part my legs with his hands as I simply gave in and allowed him to punish me for the way I had made him. The bareness of my lower body had sent goose bumps along the contours of my body. I felt his eyes rake over my form as I laid completely bare in front of him. He glided a finger over the soft folds of my core. He messed around between my legs, examining and memorizing the keen area as the sweat trickled down my body. The sound of a zipper unfastening sent everyone of my nerves on hyper drive. I was terrified, I held my breath as I tried to slow my racing heart; I wasn't ready to experience this- I wasn't ready to give my all Ian just yet. I felt his weight press into me, once again, as his lips dance across my throat tasting and teasing the skin. I kept my face pressed into the mattress as I felt Ian shift and smear something warm and wet against me core. the tears slide over my face as I stared off into nothingness as I felt him release himself from his shorts. "I deserve this, I deserve this, I deserve this" was the the only thing that continued to run through my mind. I'm the one who led Ian to drink, I was the one who hurt him, and I was the one who deserved to be disciplined. I screamed as I felt Ian plunge himself into me. He covered my lips with his as I instinctively tried to push him away. I was gasping against his lips from the pain; I felt like my body was trying to tear itself in-half. My legs were beginning to shake with the strain of trying to keep them still for Ian.

"So tight.." Ian's voice was strained as he leaned himself deeper into me. all too soon, Ian had begun to rock his hips into me, quickening his pace with every drive. The pain was a violent burn that ran through my body, I convoluted with the harsh sobs that exploded from my chest. Ian held my arm to support himself as he pounded into me. The force of his thrusts rocked my body, jostling my tender breasts with his rhythm.

"Is this the way you rode him, Wanda? Do you like this!?" Ian sneer, while picking up the pace, his fingers dug into my arms as he angled himself for a deep stoke. I couldn't contain my screams anymore, with every thrust I released mixture between a moan and scream. Ian had clamped his hand over my mouth, as he repeatedly pulled himself completely out of me only to drive himself back in with twice the power. I could feel a wetness running down the curve of my inner thigh, I held nothing back as I screamed into the palm of Ian's hand. His thrusts rocketed through my body with a force that was ground shattering. My body had reached its max and couldn't handle anymore.

"I'm gonna cum." Ian panted as he continued to ride my body. The pain had suddenly stopped leaving me completely numb; I pulled my face out of the mattress and look up at Ian in a daze. His eyes were closed as I watched his body drive forward again, and again. My vision began to blur at the edges as I watched his body suddenly become stiff and tremble over me. The ringing in my ears grew louder as the the world around me continued to close in. My eyes roamed the room in a type of trance, roaming the ceiling of the room. My eyes found refuge in a familiar twinkle that illuminated the night. The blue-ish hue of my favorite star was the last thing I remember seeing before my world faded into darkness.

Hope you enjoyed,

Eli