A/N: Thanks for the reviews! This a kinda sad chapter.

Rating: Rated T for language, cutting, adult situations, and anorexia, bulimia drugs, and rape.

Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC or Man-Suz-She and PurpleTwilight9720's story or fox news.

This story is Co-written with Man-Suz-She.

Chapter 3: Chad's Jealousy"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 Weeks Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sonny . . . " A voice calls from a faraway land. I roll over stuffing my face into my pillow. A warm soft hand touches my arm and shakes me awake making me unwilling open my eyes. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did I looked up and saw my mom.

She smiles, "I made breakfast for you before work."

"I'm not hungry." I speak right as my stomach growls. Curse how hungry I am.

She laughs. "Sure sounds like you are."

"Yes . . . but I don't feel well." I say getting up and stretching.

"Sonny…" My mom whispers.

I look up at her, "Yeah."

"You're really starting to worry me." She says twirling her thumbs around in her lap.

"Why?" I question.

"Well . . . I didn't want to bring this up but last night I found a bloody knife in your bathroom on the floor."

I freeze in my tracks. I didn't get rid of the knife? Shit.

I smile at her, "It's nothing, mom."

I stand up and go to walk by her, but she raises my sleeve to show my old scars, "What's going on?"

As I stare at her as I am at lose of words.

"Sonny . . . why would you do this to yourself?" She whimpers.

"Because . . ." I snap tearing out of her grip.

"Please . . . help me understand why." She says desperately.

"That's . . . just it! You'll never understand!" I growl.

"Sonny . . . he says soothingly.

"No! I'm tired of being everybody's joy in life! I want some joy of my own for once!" I scream.

"But . . . what about Jason." She says.

"Jason!" I yell, "Yeah how he throws me around, beats, and rapes me on every date we have? Yeah, real fun!"

"But . . . you never told me." She whispers.

"I didn't want to!" I yell, "I just want . . . someone who cares about me!" I sob.

"You do have people who care about you." She says softly.

"Family doesn't count! Who else?" I ask, raising a brow.

She just stares at me, "What's happening to you?"

"I'm waking up to my reality and I'm hating it!" I scream grabbing my bag.

"Where are you going?" She cries after me.

"Anywhere but here!" I yell slamming the door shut. Once it closed I slid against the door sobbing. I've never talked to my mom like that before. I feel so horrible. I just want to die. I have nothing. No love. No joy. No anything.

I sigh getting in my car to go to work.

I walk into the studio with the knife feeling very heavy in my purse, then I just had to run right into Tawni.

"Hey Sonny! You're mom called and she was crying! What happened?" she asked.

"That is none of your business. I don't share my secrets with people like you." I snap.

"People like me? Sonny . . . I thought we were best friends." She chocked out clearly hurt.

I laugh venom in my word, "Best friends? Hell no. Best friends give each other compliments. You put me down, you are always a douche to me, and then turn around and want things from me and I'm finally sick of it. SO all I'm saying is, back off bitch."

My cast who was right behind Tawni all stare at me shocked. As I slam the door and lock it.

Once again I burst into tears. I walk into the bathroom do what I always do now a days make myself throw-up, then I flush it and walk back into the dressing room.

Tawni knocks on the door I know its her because she says, "Sonny I have to get dressed." Her voice went high at the end. Wonder why? Not really.

I open the door to see her make-up smeared, eyes and nose read, and her face ruddy. Has she been…crying?

She puts on a dress and doesn't even look in the mirror. Once, "Are you gonna fix your face?" I comment.

She turns hard on her heel giving me a pained look, "No offence but for the first time in my life and unlike you, I don't give a fuck what I look like! Wanna know why?" She shocks me into silence. So I nod.

She shakes her head, "I don't even know who you are anymore, Sonny." she speaks saying my name with as much venom as possible. Then she walks out slamming the door.

I sit down at my vanity and take a look at what I see in the mirror.

My eyeliner just a tad too dark, too much foundation, and dark red lipstick. My hair is charcoal black and straight instead of curly like normal.

I see it went I look at myself. But I can't help it I'm still ugly.

There is another knock at my door really, I sigh getting up.

I open it to see Chad standing there.

Once he sees me his smile melts to shock. "Sonny? W-What happened to you?"

"Why the hell do you give a damn?" I snap.

His mouth widens. "I . . . I . . ." I raise a brow smirking at him.

He looks up sadly. "I… I still love you."

Wait . . . did he just say that? Too me?

"Excuse me? Go screw yourself you son of a bitch." I say.

"What happened my girl?" He asks quietly a pained expression on his face.

"You mean the one you called ugly and fat?" I snap.

Guilt floods into his eyes. "Sonny . . . I didn't-"

Swiftly from behind Chad, Jason comes up and plants his lips to mine. "Hey baby."

I look up at Chad and I can't explain his face. It's like a face of utter anguish.

"Well . . . What did you want?" I snap being in a worse mood since Jason is here.

Tears start falling down Chads cheeks. One by one. I can hear his shaky breath as he tries to stop the tears that streak his face, and the quivering of his bottom lip.

"I . . . I have to go!" He sobs running away.

"Chad?" I call.

Jason wraps his arms around me. "Who was that?" he speaks kissing my neck.

'The one I am doing everything for,' I think

"That's just Chad." I say turning back to him.

He smiles. "You look pretty hot today."

Is that a compliment, or his sex drive?

I smile. "Thanks."

He suddenly gets a lustful look in his eyes. "I want you, no I need you."

I back up. "W-Wait a minute."

I back into a wallas he steps closer, "Please…" I whimper.

He smiles bringing his lips to mine as I try to break free from his grip.

He pulls my hair hard making me fall to the ground crying.

I never have the best feeling after he rapes me, but today is the worst.

I am running through the studio sobbing. I feel like I have no way out of the circle of hurt and pain in my life.

I push open the stage door to be greeted by cameras.

"Sonny!" They call.

I run as fast as I can away from them but not fast enough. My heel breaks and I fall to the ground in a thud. It's because of all the weight I have.

Someone grabs my waist and starts to hoist me up.

"Please!" I whisper struggling.

"Sonny!" Chad says pushing hair behind my ears.

I look up into his eyes saying nothing. His eyes were tented pink, cheeks and nose were red. He's been crying. I concentrate on his facial expression its stern but softens slowly.

"Did they hurt you?" He whispers to me.

I shake my head no.

He smiles taking my hand leading me away from the paps.

We sit down on a bench in the park. I still haven't let go of his hand, yet. I know he is just being nice, but it feels so right being with him.

"Sonny . . . what's wrong." He asks. Should I tell him about Tawni? My hurt? My scars? No not eating just for him? My everything?

I sighed deciding to only tell a little bit of the truth, "I, um, I got into a fight with my mom and she kicked me out."

He sighs, "You can stay with me, if you want."

"That's really sweet Chad." I smile.

"I would do anything for you." He whispers sounding like he means it, but he doesn't.

I look down at my feet. But he will…I know he will.