Struggling to breathe, I lay on the floor, forcing the black from the edges of my vision.

"You stupid slut! What is wrong with you!?" Sebastian screamed.

"I am sorry, i am sorry.: I whispered hoarsely, every breath a struggle. Another kick to the rib cage. Steel toed boots, i think with a gasp. Stepping on my legs he walked over to the kitchen counter. He grabbed an oven mitt and grabbed the pot of boiling water sitting on the stove. Rushing over he looked me in the eyes and said,

"this is what you get you stupid slut! This is all your fault. If you were good and made him suffer, then this would stop happening, but sweetie, i think you have forgotten,," I shook my head frantically, knowing what was coming next and trying to prevent it, even though I knew his anger at this stage, and there was nothing I could do about it. "So lets remind you". Slowly he poured the boing water all over my shoulders and back. My body arched in pain, but no noise escaped my mouth. I couldn't scream. Screaming would just make him angrier. Tears streamed down my face, gathering in a pool in front of me. Instead of focusing on the ignition of blistering searing sores on my back, I focused on the pool of water. Each drop as it spilled from my eyes and fell into the pool, creating a beautiful ripple pattern. Focus on something beautiful instead of something ugly Focus on something beautiful instead of something ugly Focus on something beautiful instead of something ugly Focus on something beautiful instead of something ugly Focus Focus FOCUS, I yelled to myself. It still hurt. I still would wake up in the night screaming silently if I accidentally turned onto my back.

Finished with the water, Sebastian squatted down to talk to me in my ear.

"You are such a whore. If you could just keep your legs closed for a few hours, then this wouldn't happen. Well now, that is not really true but that is definitely a contributing reason". He didn't speak with malice or anger, just cold efficiency, like a doctor diagnosing his patient, which was almost as scary as his anger. "You know, you should hurt him. You should hurt him real bad. You should make him cry. Oh not physically, because you being the worthless pussy you are, you could never do that," his voice lowered to a whisper, "Fuck with his heart. Tear it apart with stiletto heels and stomp across it like sluts like you are so good at doing. Break his heart so terribly that life will not seem worth it anymore. Make him so fucking desolate, that he 'just can't live anymore'." He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up to his lips to whisper angrily, "I want his spirit broken, knowing that the girl he loves is in love with his best friend." Pulling me so close his lips almost brushed my ear, he continued. "I want his heart and spirit mutilated, and then," he paused, just breathing heavily in my ear, "when he is on my floor begging for death, when he had been shredded from the inside out, I want you to take his belt off, give him that last moment of false hope, and then dash it to smithereens. Wrap that belt around his neck, and pull." Roughly throwing my head on the floor, I dashed my head on the marble, nearly completely blacking out my vision.

He stood up and looked down at me like he was some kind of raging god. "Can you do that for me whore?" Even with my split lip bruised and bleeding, I managed an insane smile. His whole face flushed beet red with rage as he quickly squatted to grab my hair once more. "What the hell are you smiling for?" Keeping my lunatic smile I whispered just loudly enough so he could hear me.

"Go fuck yourself," then with a bloody and snotty lougie, I spit in his face.

"Ugh!" He was startled. He ran over to the kitchen and washed it off his face.

PING! Grabbing my phone, he saw a text message from my mother, Be home in 15 min babe. Luvu. He chuckled at my mother's ignorance and threw the phone at me, where it landed on my burned back, causing me to hiss in pain.

"You know that if she comes home and sees anything, Jace will be dead before you even get to the police. Good luck babe. Your safety? Or Jace's life?" Whispering one more time he said, I think we know which one you will choose. Night Clare-Bear." Smiling slightly, he exited out of my garage door, leaving me to clean up the blood and water from today, just like every other day before that. Struggling, I cleaned up all the blood, not having the energy to clean up the water too. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote Needed some help with math, gone to Simon's, will be back in an hour or two.

Grabbing the keys to my car, I gently got in. I don't remember much of the drive over. I remember that I couldn't tend to the burns on my own. I needed someone to help me with those and Simon was the only one I could trust right now. I stumbled up his driveway and walked right in. We hadn't bothered knocking in years. I limped up the stairs to Simons room and walked in. He was lying there, on the bed, just reading with those glasses sliding down his nose. When he saw the state I was in he jumped up. But before he could come over I leaned on the door and shook my head. Confused, he just slowed down.

"If you can't keep this a secret, I will walk out of this room right now, and I will try and fix this on my own, but I don't think I can." I looked at him with those pleading eyes I knew he couldn't resist, and his hesitation crumbled. Jaw clenched, he nodded and caught me just as I fell.

"Simon," I said with a smile, "I have something to tell you." And with that, I finally lost the battle with the darkness creeping in on my vision, finally allowing myself to fall into a deep sleep.

YES NO MAYBE SO? JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AT 12 AT NIGHT SO I WILL GET TO SLEEP NOW. PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS THEY ARE LOVELY GIFTS OF LOVE :) THANKS GUYS FOR EVEN BOTHERING TO READ THIS