AN: Good mourning/afternoon/evening, everyone! I'm going to update this story at least once a week, unless I'm really busy. The story is going to pick up the pace starting here. Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed. The reviews are so lovely , and they always brighten my day, so thanks! Enough drabble from me, here's chapter 3! Oh that rymed!

Chapter 3:

"Ella get your ass up it's 12:30!" A familiar voice broke through my dreamy haze. Chuck. What was he doing at the house? "Leave me alone it's Saturday!" I called back. My bedroom door creaked open, Chuck's large head poked through the doorway, "I just wanted to notify you," Chuck started, grinning wickedly, " That I finally convinced your 'need to please' mother to let me move in." No, no, no! This can't be happening, how could she, after promising he'd never move in?

As if reading my thoughts, Chuck added, " That's right enjoy your last day as the apple of mommy's eyes, because as soon as I unpack my last box, that's going to change." It was so obvious he was just using my mom, how could she not see it? He glanced around my bedroom, "Yes this looks like a great room to entertain my friends in." His stupid grin grew wider. I just wanted to hit him. "I could do anything." He said softly. His beady eyes fixed on me, "Like this." I was still to shocked to dodge out of the way when Chuck grabbed the collar of my shirt with one hand, and pulled me off of my bed. His other monkey like hand pervertidly started to stroke my neck. "GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF ME YOU BIG GOON!" I shouted. Where was my mom?

I tried to squirm away from his hold, but he just gripped my shirt tighter. I kept slapping him away, as much as I could, but it made no difference. "HELP!" I screamed. Chuck let out a sinister laugh. " Your precious mother isn't going to save you this time, little girl." He leaned down, and planted a slobbery kiss on the side of mouth. As he pulled away I slapped him with as much power as I could muster. So much so that my hand stung after.

"Ow you little bitch!" Chuck bellowed. He grabbed hold of my shoulders, and shoved me against the wall. Tears started to well up in my eyes, as he started to pull off my pajamas. He forced me too the floor. " Please stop I'll do anything you want." I begged. "Oh, but this is what I want Ella." Chuck announced. He pulled my underwear off. Chuck stared at me for a moment, before he undid the zipper on his pants. There was nothing I could do, but wait.

After Chuck was done, he stood up, and buttoned his fly. "Let me make this clear," Chuck raged, grabbing my chin hard, so I had to look him in the evil snake like eyes. " Tell ANYONE about this, and I'll kill you." He pushed me down, and slammed the door as he left. I lay, defeated in the fetal position, as I tried to put my thoughts together.

I always knew my mom's boyfriend was a horrible person, but not to the extent to rape, and more important MURDER! There was no way I could tell anybody, without Chuck knowing, especially my mom. But if I did tell her, would she even believe me? She never believed any of the things that Chuck had done before, like breaking my Sgt. Pepper's CD, stealing from her purse, or even hitting me, even when there was always obvious evidence! But now he's moving in, and who knows what he'll do. He could very well rape me again, or even just kill me for the hell of it. Or worse my mom.

An overwhelming sadness washed over me. My eyes started to sting with tears, that I try to hold back, but to no avail. Wet drops of water pool on my bare skin like warm rain. I stayed like that for a long time, until I heard a loud "WHOOOOOOOSH" behind me.

AN: This chapter, was a bit disturbing to write. As always I'd love to hear what you think, and what could be better in the story!

P.S I know this is late, but did you guys celebrate Paul, and Ringo's birthdays?

Peace, and Love-

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