By the time Gaz returned, so had Dib and Tak. Both sat curled on the couch and tangled messely. She didn't bother saying anything, but instead marched up to her room.

"Dad called me." Dib said casually as she reached the top step. She stopped cold.

"He asked me what happened today." he contined. How she was atop the stairs, and he in theliving room speaking so casually, how she couldn't see his expression ran blistering hot needles up her spine.

" Three seconds Gaz." her hair stood on end, this was familiar by too much. "Three...two..." Without another thought she took off to her room, panicked. Her door came into view and she sped up as fast as her little legs could manage, but even so she was agonizingly slow. She made a dive at the doorknob, her mind overstuffed with fear which made it impossible to operate the doorknob propoerly. She pulled and pushed and turned frantically, but it wasn't opening. Finally she pushed and turned it to the left and the click never felt more rewarding. As she was about to through her weight against it, two hand grabbed and dug into her shoulders, pulling her back with a surplus of force. She stumbled back, hittng the opposite burgundy wall. Her vision went fuzzy and pain richochet through her skull like a frog on crack. Her limbs were suddenly to heavy and stiff to move. A dark form fell over her,

" Glad I took that lock-picking lesson" Dib snarled. Another dark from rose behind him. Purple lined lips pulled back to reveal a smile and teeth like headstones. Two hands closed around her neck, but that was the last sense she could gather befere they all left entirely.

She awoke the next morning on her bedroom floor. She ached all over. Her head, her face, her shoulders, her arms and legs. She sat up, processing every pain that fought over her nerves to reach her brain. Somewhere else hurt too, somewhere that shouldn't hurt, especially in the way it did. It would be fitting to say her sould, or even her feelings, but that would be a lie, and far to kind.

She looked her self up and down, metnally counting bruises that dotted every inch of skin, or so if felt. With each turn of her head, her neck gave a pinch of protest. Memories flooded her, drowning her. Dizzyness overtook her, forcing her to the ground again. Each memory brought with it a hot prod to the brain. She blacked out, but to her misfortune, only for a few moments. She heard him giving commands. He ordered Tak to go home, that he would see her tomarrow. She asked what he was going to do. Her voice was foreign. Was it worry that made it so? Never, not Tak. He then told her to shut up and leave, so she did. He only kneeled before her, but after the front door slammed, it all began.

"You can never keep your mouth shut!" he growled, pinning her to the wall with one hand. Her own clawed at his as it blocked air from her lungs. " You can't take being the one taking orders can you?! Well guess what vermin! I'm older! I'm bigger! And I rule over you!" said he, his voice rising as he gave her a single shake before tossing her into the end table near their fathers study. The vase fell and busted over her head, the soil invading her nose and mouth. She coughed, but it still kept comming. Dib sauntered over, kicking her onto her side. He squated. "I"ve been waiting for years to give you what you deserve! You always beat the crud out of me, and now it's my turn!" Dib lifted her up with two hands by her wrists and held to face level, " King me" he snarled and threw her acrossed the hall again. She laned near the top of the stairwell, the air knocked out of her lungs after she finally managed to choke some in. Before she could suck in enough air, something hit her, the force flinging her down the stairs and into the wall. She let out a cry as the back of her head hit the window sill. She blinked back tears, trying to stand, but pain far greater than that of her burn wound wrenched her leg. She glanced down, her foot in a grotesque twist. A shadow fell over her. She looked up, blocking her face and wincing as he hand came down. He grabbed her wrist, squeezing it in his vice grip. With a jerk her wrist made a hollow pop, followed by another tremor of pain. This time her cry came out as a bloodcry, but nobody came to help. Instead a blow was administered to the side of her head, knocking her over. She hurt so much, the pain crippled her so severly that even a turn of her head made her nerves sob a bloody howl. She expeced another blow, but nothing came. She couldn't see where he was or what he was doing, for her vision was completly clowded with hot tears. Her spine cricked painfally as she was swiped up and tossed onto the couch. What kind of pain was this? A couch? There was a suddenly weight at her feet, so much so that she nearly bounced off, but she was not so lucky. Lighter pressure came to either side of her shoulders, and there was hot breath sweeping over her bruised face. "You're going to get it Gaz. I'm through with you!" she whispered harshly. Terror gripped her harder than Dibs vice grip when her casual dress was bunched up to her chest. She attempted to sit up, but a cold, firm hand met her face and pain like lightening bit each nerve where his hand met. Carefully her panty-hose where eezed down. Her dress shoes where torn off and tossed aside. One hit the Membrane shape lamp, shattering it and plunging the room into darkness. Now her legs where bare and cold.

"Dib! No please no!" she pleaded. "Don't please! Don't do this! Don't!"

"Shut up! Just shut-up!" he barked.

"Dib-" Gaz choked out, but again the lightening stabbed at her. Now all she could manage were sobs. At this point her panties where at her ankles. She began to howl louder which was remedied with her hands tied with her own panty hose and her mouth stuffed with what she thought was a wad of ChickyLIcky napkins. Her screams and pleads were muffled now. Her back pressed unfortably against her tethered fists, the pressure greater once Dibs sweaty pelvins engulfed hers. She shreiked in vein, nobody can hear her. With each push she shreiked louder, her throat beginning to burn. No matter how much louder she pleaded, he still thrust angerly, a slap smarting her face now and then, most of which atop her burn. Each slap was followed by a command to be silence, but she didn't give up. Finally Dib took a fist full of her hair and jerked her head back,

"If you don't shut up I swear to god I will slit your throat here and now!" he panted from behind clenched teeth.

Gaz tried stiffling sobs which died to chokes and gasps. He resumed, but his fist still clamped firmly around a wad of her tear and sweat soaked hair. He choked out, her pain and misary evident. The only sounds that came from Dib where grunts and moans which only deepened her misary. It wasn't soon enough, and not matter how short, it would of never been, but he finished and pulled away. Gaz felt a warm liquid shoot into her and her stomached felt as if it were going to fold inside out before he finally released her. She still lay where she was, scared pertrified and emotionally, as well as physically scarred.

"Get up and shower brat." he ordered. Obeidiantly she sat up, blinking away tears. Dib stood in from of the window, his hands rested on the sill. His pants hung loose around his waiste.

"GO!" he hollered without moving a single muscle. Gaz jumped and dashed up the stairs, her hands still tied, and the pain in her ankle was blinding. She could still travel,just not affectively. ONce she reached her room, she collapsed, managing to spit out the was of napkins and sobbed, regardless of whether Dib would come up and beat her. Unlikely, not after what had just happened.

There on the floor she sobbed and sobbed, eventually she quieted, unusually tired. Soon she drifted off to sleep land where everything was okay.