When Wendy opened her eyes, for a brief second she thought she could see Jason smiling at her, pointing and saying…

"I'll meet you at the end!"

Her eyes fluttering, suddenly her vision cleared and reality came crashing down on her.

Ian was there, on top of her and his eyes wild.

Wendy blinked, and felt warm blood begin to dribble down her temple and onto the dew covered grass she laid on. Her ribs ached, and her lips felt swollen. Glancing over, she saw her car had crashed and the entire front end was caved in from the tree she hit. Laying there her eyes darted and saw she had swerved off into a small ditch on the side of the road. Her car had perfectly made it down the small grassy slope and out of sight for anyone driving by.

She saw the driver's door open, glass was everywhere.

Her eyes fluttered over to Ian and that's when it dawned on her with what was exactly happening. She tried to move, but Ian's weight made it impossible.

"You…killed Erin! You fucking bitch!"

"Ian no! Please!"

Struggling, she tried slapping him away. His face seemed drawn and pale, his eyes empty of any emotion. For a brief second, Wendy remembered the night before. How helpless and terrified Ian's heartbroken eyes seemed when he looked at her just moments after Erin had died.

Wendy remembered how her stomach rolled, looking at Erin's body lay lifeless against the floor. She remembered Ian looking at her, outraged and alone.

"NO!"

His scream seemed so helpless and alone. She knew the second they looked at each other he had completely lost his mind.

Struggling again she tried her hardest to bring up her knee and to shove him off her. Ian didn't weight much, but he was at least a good three inches taller than her. At this exact moment it seemed his lanky body weighed a million pounds. Trying her hardest to push him away Ian snatched a handful of Wendy's hair causing her to cry out as he pulled her head forward.

Glaring at her he showed her his teeth as his hand pulled tighter on her hair which seemed at any moment to break away from her scalp. His face just an inch away from hers, she saw how empty and crazed his eyes looked. How pale and skinny and face was, how thick and dark his bangs were that hung out.

She smelled cigarettes on him as he raised his free hand and slapped her.

"HELP SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!"

Wendy began to trash her head from side to side, screaming at the top of her lungs before Ian's hand let go of her head, causing it to crash hard against the ground as his hand quickly covered her nose and mouth, pressing down as hard as he could.

Wendy's eyes budged for a second, all oxygen completely getting caught off. Struggling, she tried to grab her hands and pry his hand off her so she could breath but she couldn't.

It seemed hard to believe she had known Ian ever since the first grade. He was always the weird kid, the one who distanced himself from everyone else. Using his attitude and sense of humor to keep everyone at arm's length. Wendy remembered when they were Freshmen how they had the same gym period. Wendy remembered walking to the locker room when she saw Ian roll up the sleeves of the faded band T-shirt he was wearing.

There were horrible bruises on his arms, one of them looked like cigarette burns.

Wendy stopped dead in her tracks, staring before he looked up and quickly put down his sleeve. His eyes dropped, ashamed. Quickly Wendy hurried away, pretending not to have noticed. Later on when she was walking to English, he came out of nowhere and began walking beside her down the hallway.

"My step-dad."

Wendy was caught off guard.

"Huh?"

Ian and her had been in the same classes, but barley said more than a couple of words to each other at a time. When they were much smaller they attended the same preschool and like so many people began to distance themselves within time. Wendy remembered when they were in the 5th grade how Ian's mother had died in a car wreck suddenly and how he had missed nearly a month of school. There were plenty of rumors afterwards, that his step-father was abusive and drank a lot…but nobody, most of all on her side of town didn't seem to want to bother with anything that didn't have to do with their business.

Ian's real dad had died when he was just a few years old. Nobody really knew the details. Wendy had liked Ian's mother though. She worked at the hair salon downtown and always looked so pretty in her skirts and tall boots. Flashing a smile whenever she got into her car and always waving to all the girls who walked by.

After she died, Ian seemed to become a completely different person. It was as if his heart was replaced by a stone. He showed little to any emotion and always cracked bad jokes whenever somebody came too close.

Wendy remembered looking at him as they hurried down the busy halls before the bell rang. Ian had his backpack thrown over one shoulder and looked at her.

"You saw the marks on my arm…it was from my step-dad. He got a little drunk last night and decided to have it out with me."

Wendy didn't know what to say. Her entire life everything had been so sheltered. She had always been the one in control. Her father had left when she was seven, but her mother had made up for everything else. She was on the honor role, in nearly club, and had just began dating Jason who was on the soccer, basketball, football, and hockey team. She couldn't wait for the next three years of high school, and the start of her new perfect life.

"Why don't…you tell someone?"

Ian shrugged.

"I've tried, but nobody ever seems to believe it. I'll split in another year or so…just don't say anything okay?"

Wendy nodded quickly, she was going to be late for English. Ian smiled before patting her on the arm.

"Cool, see you later Wendy."

She watched him walk away, down the hall and swallowed up by the hundreds of students. Standing there, she couldn't believe it.

All was forgotten when Jason snuck up behind her, laughing and kissing her neck.

She knew Ian had found somebody when Erin transferred the following year. Just like him she didn't have any family, living with her aunt and two cousins. She was an outsider just like him and it seemed to be love at first sight.

As soon as Ian was kicked out, he moved in with Erin and her cousins. They worked at the hardware store and once she overheard Erin say they were saving up to move to Los Angeles the following year.

Wendy guessed everyone found their special someone. For her…she thought it was Jason.

That all of course came shattering down a month ago. Now Wendy was fighting something she couldn't control or explain.

Ian had lost the only person who kept him grounded. The only person who understood him, and the only person who loved him.

Wendy was now on the side of the road, hurt and bleeding and completely helpless. Ian was just like her…death still wanted them and had taken nearly everything they loved away. Struggling Wendy thought of her sister and Kevin…they needed her.

Her chest began to hurt, her vision beginning to blur. Her need to breath was getting worse and worse as her eyes began to roll back into her head. Right before she thought she would pass out, Ian's hand came off her nose and mouth, causing an unlimited supply of oxygen to rush into her lungs. Gasping, Wendy choked and blinked a few times trying her hardest not to pass out. Turning her head to the side she continued to cough, when she tried to scream again.

Ian's hand lashed out to her throat, causing her to cry.

"Ian please no! You need to listen!"

Ian slapped her across the face, causing her to cry out as he began to violently undo her jeans. Wendy's eyes widened, seeing what was happening and struggled even more. His hand reached down in-between them, fumbling to undo the buttons. Wendy tried to put her hands down to stop him but his free hand kept slapping them away.

"NO! PLEASE NO!"

Ian leaned in close, his warm breath going against her skin. Yanking back her hair, he gritted his teeth.

"You're going to pay you fucking little bitch!"

Wendy closed her eyes, trying to remember the Ian she knew when she was little. The one who used to play with her when they were in the first and second grade. The boy with the thick black hair who used to hold her hand and laugh whenever they played on the swings. The boy who had gone to the same school as her, who often sat a few seats behind her with his feet up grinning from ear to ear. The boy who she saw last night cry in utter loss and stare right at her.

She remembered this past March, it was a Friday afternoon and she had study hal.

She remembered walking to her locker, the hallways completely deserted when she heard her name.

"Hey Wendy…"

She remembered looking over and seeing Ian leaning against the wall, wearing a pair of sunglasses on. Any other time Wendy would of just ignored this. Ian was a strange kid who hardly said anything to her and did his own thing, but instead she got a funny feeling in her stomach once she noticed they were the only two ones in the hallway at the moment.

Ian walked over slowly.

"Listen I need your help in something."

Wendy opened her locker and put her books away before pulling out her folders and purse.

"You're not cheating off my history test…"

Wendy said in a very annoyed voice, that's when Ian shook his head and slowly lowered his sunglasses.

Wendy almost gasped, he had a horrible swelled black eye.

Ian stared at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"It's my step-dad…he ran into me this morning and we had it out, he was drinking again…I would have ditched but today is Erin's birthday."

Wendy was at a complete loss of words.

"Umm, where is she?"

Usually those two were joined at the hip.

"She's got a pretty bad cold and stayed home, I wanted to surprise her tonight after work but I don't want her to see me like this. I called her earlier after it happened and she doesn't know…I don't want her to worry…"

Wendy gulped, her biggest problem in her life right now was finding the right colored tux for Jason for the prom. Standing there she took a second before shifting her feet.

"Okay, what do you need."

Ian looked helpless and shrugged.

"I can't wear sunglasses at work or when I see her…I don't want her to see me like this…you're a girl, isn't there some way I can cover it up?"

The next thing Wendy remembered was sneaking into the downstairs bathroom near the music room and standing with Ian near the sinks. Thankfully at this time of the day nobody ever came in and she knew they wouldn't be interrupted.

She had her purse open and very lightly dabbed her foundation around Ian's eye, using her slender fingertips to blend it.

"Your paler than me but if you blend it the right way it takes most of it away, just looks like your eye is a little puffy."

Ian turned to look at her work in the mirror and smiled.

"Holy shit."

Wendy smiled before Ian turned towards her, for an odd moment they locked eyes and there was silence. Wendy felt her heart pound in her chest before Ian dropped his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Ummm, thanks Wendy…I really didn't know who to ask…"

Wendy smiled before twisting the cap back on her foundation and handing it to him.

"Here keep it, you'll most likely have to reapply it after work before seeing her."

Ian shook his head.

"No, I can't take this it's yours…"

Wendy put it in his hand and smiled.

"It's fine, I have tons at home."

Ian looked down at the bottle and smiled.

"Thanks Wendy…"

Without even thinking he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, something they used to do in preschool behind the swings when they were little. Right away Wendy's heart skipped a beat, completely caught off guard before he pulled away, almost embarrassed and regretting what he did the second it happened.

It was awkward, but Ian quickly cleared his throat again and nervously laughed.

"I better go before your boyfriend kicks my ass."

Wendy looked up and forced a smile before watching him grab his book bag.

"Thanks again Wendy…"

Quickly he left her alone, stunned and not being able to wrap her mind about what happened.

Now here they were…so much had changed.

She fought, she struggled, she cried. His shaken hands held her down, screaming and tried slapping him away before he hit her straight across the face again. Her lip bleeding even more now, Wendy began to cry begging him to stop.

Ian reached down, yanking down the zipper of his jeans. Crying even louder, Wendy trashed her head back and forth trying with all her might to lift him off her.

"PLEASE SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP NO!"

Ian reached in-between them and undid his jeans completely before using his free hand to yank them down. Wendy thought for a split second she had her chance but it was hopeless. Crying, she wiggled underneath him as he pulled his jeans down completely and to his ankles. His hand grabbed one of her breasts, roughly cupping it before sliding his hand underneath her T-shirt and yanking down her bra. Wendy tried to fight, using her hands to try and stop him but he slapped her away, lifting up her shirt, it bundled together as his hands clawed at her plump breasts that seemed to be overflowing from her red bra. Yanking the cups down he shushed them with his free hand before sliding down to her bare stomach and then her jeans.

Crying she fought him but his hands roughly grabbed her by the hips, for a split second Wendy thought she had fought a chance to escape but he was being to strong. Yanking down her jeans, Wendy tightly held her legs together crying as he attempted to yank down her panties.

"IAN NO!"

She felt his erection against her bare leg through his boxers. Wendy screamed as loud as she could and faintly heard thunder sound in the distance. Moments later his fingers went into her panties and began to rip them. The sound of the cloth ripping apart made her sick as she continued to keep her thighs as tightly together as she could.

"PLEASE GOD PLEASE HELP!"

Within seconds they were torn off her and Ian was reaching down pulling his penis out from his boxers. For a brief second Wendy felt it against her stomach and she began to cry, fighting she hit his back and struggled but it was no use. She was pressed down as hard as she could in the grass, nobody was there…she was completely alone.

She thought of Jason and how badly she wanted him here.

Ian reached in-between her legs and began to pry her legs apart.

Wendy tried bringing down her hand to stop him but he held her in place.

"Hold still!"

He snapped at her. Wendy tried her hardest to keep her legs together before using all his strength to rip her legs apart and spread them.

Wendy remembered the night she lost her virginity two summers ago to Jason, how awkward yet romantic it was in the backseat of his jeep at the lake. She remembered all those times holding him, both covered in sweat and shaking.

He had been her soul mate…

She wanted to marry him…

Now Ian forced himself in-between her legs, spreading them as far as possible before laying down and adjusting himself. Looking down at her he grabbed her by the neck and forced her to look up at him. Wendy cried, shaking her head.

"Please Ian, please stop…"

"I want you to look at me…I want you to know how bad you hurt me you fucking little bitch."

Wendy cried as Ian reached down, taking his penis and ramming it into her with all his might. Wendy never felt so much pain before in her entire life. With Jason it had always been slow and gentle, now she felt as if she was being torn apart. Crying out loudly, Wendy felt her entire body go into shock as Ian buried his head and filled her all the way. Taking a second, Ian kept his head lowered as Wendy stared up at the overcast darkling sky with nothing but wide pain filled eyes.

This couldn't be happening, God wouldn't let this happen…

She tried to break away from the reality, she tried to make herself drift away and think of when everything was perfect. She tried to think of Jason but nothing but darkness came. Feeling his balls whack against her, Wendy stiffened.

Ian lifted his head before grabbing onto the back of her shoulders and holding her as tight as he could. Laying down and settling, he began to thrust away as hard as he could. Crying, Wendy tried to turn her head away but he wouldn't let her. Her slaps and pushes away seemed useless as he pumped down into her and found a rhythm. Small raindrops flecked on Wendy's stunned face as she cried completely disgusted and laid there limply as he had his way with her.

Ian held onto her as right as he could, his grip clutching onto her his fingers dug into her skin. His body bounced up and down as he thrusted away, his back arching as he laid in-between her two spread and hung legs as he drove into her over and over again. Wendy cried, hearing his skin slap against hers and laid her head back crying. Snapping her eyes shut she couldn't even look at him.

Still fully erect inside of her, Ian pumped up and down causing her back to move backwards slightly and to rock slightly back and forth as he caused her thighs to spread as far as they could, hurting from the force of his body weight laying in-between them.

Ian held onto her back and began to bounce inside of her from his thrusts which never seemed to end. Over and over again he drove himself all the way up into the womb, causing her cries to become more and more weak. For a brief second Ian slowed making Wendy's eyes to open, she knew she was bleeding and her inside felt on fire.

Ian pulled his penis out and it flopped back and forth in-between her legs, pre-cum on its tip. Wendy saw it only for a second along with his balls which hung out swollen and rubbing against her inner thighs. Wendy attempted to close her sore legs but he was in the way. Taking his boxers he yanked them down completely and pushed them down to his ankles where his jeans were. Completely naked from the waist down he grabbed his penis and shoved himself into her again.

Wendy screamed even louder, the pain wouldn't stop.

Taking a second drew out a long thrust which hurt and made her ache inside. Closing his eyes he relaxed before her weak hand tried it's hardest to move down but he slapped it away.

"Hold still damnit!"

He snapped at her, grabbing her throat again and making her look at him.

Settling down he used his free hand and felt her breasts, in vain she tried covering herself up but he wouldn't allow her. Laying down he began to pump again and found a rhythm within seconds. Wendy knew he was young and would make this last as long as he could.

Ian's ass pumped up and down as he entered her, thrusting as roughly as he could before making her entire body rock with him again. Wendy cried weakly as he slowly began to make the thrusts more and more drawn out. Her legs hanging lifeless in-between his body, Wendy weakly looked up at the sky and prayed it would be over soon.

He thrusted again, even longer now before stopping, grabbing onto her even tighter he snapped his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip. Muttering a low groan, Ian lowered his head and thrusted much slower before completely climaxing inside her. Wendy cried at the painfully feeling of it as warmth filled her insides and dripped down her thighs.

Ian thrusted again still coming, making sure he had filled her completely. Lifting himself slightly, Wendy weakly looked down and saw the damage he had done as he sunk back inside her and began to slowly thrust.

He wouldn't finish.

Wendy cried as he took her hand and squeezed it .

Finally the second wave of him climaxed inside of her and the sticky warmth seemed to go on forward. One last thrust, Ian struggled to breath and collapsed ontop of her. Feeling his heart pound inside his chest against hers, Wendy stared off into space as he laid there on her trying to breath.

His weight was dead against her as he was still inside of her. Wendy's body was in shock, her breasts were crushed under him and her insides screamed.

She tried to remember Ian when they were friends, back when things were normal.

Laying there her glazed eyes stared up without any emotion.

Lifting his head a few minutes later, thunder still sounding off in the distance, he stared down at her and they locked eyes.

For a brief second Wendy saw Ian snap out of it and see exactly what a horrible thing he had done.

"Wendy?"

He asked almost slightly shocked.

Wendy then saw her chance and pushed him off her, feeling his penis slide out of her she yelled and was able to roll out from under him. Ian laid in the grass for a second as Wendy attempted to stand up before tripping. Struggling he yanked up and jeans, seeing the horrible mess he had left all over her legs and began to crawl up the hill towards the road.

"WENDY!"

He screamed but she ran up as fast as she could, it was nearly dark now and she couldn't let herself collapse nor think about what had just happened. Crying she made herself up on the embankment and saw Ian's van. Running towards it she pulled the driver's door open and saw the keys were inside. With shaken hands she turned the engine on and blinked.

Her insides and legs were killing her.

Blinking past the tears she threw the van into drive and began to speed away.

At that exact moment Ian had pulled up his boxers and jeans and ran up the hill watching the lights of his van disappear into the night.

Making fists he knew exactly where she was going and planned on going there to finish what he started. Looking down at himself he knew how sore he felt but couldn't let that slow him down, he had business he needed to finish. Quickly he began running down the dark road, knowing the field was just a mile or so away.

There he would find her…even though he had just put inside of her the very one thing that would kill her.