Iggy POV:

-NEXT MORNING-

A pounding at my door jarred me out of my sanctuary of dreams. Groggily, I slowly got up, stretching my cramped muscles, and opened the door a

slightest bit. Bad idea. James shoved onto the door, making me fall back on the bed in the process. He walked in, a sinister grin on his face. "So. Are

you ready?" He sneered. In left hand he held a snakeskin whip. In the right he held a large coil of rope. I gulped. Oh shit. This was new. Having been

dsitracted in my thoughts, James grabbed me, threw me down onto the bed, and tied my arms and ankles to my bedposts, making me face him with my

stomach exposed, for I slept in pants and no shirt.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Over and over the whip came, biting my stomach, which was already criscrossed with scars from broken bottles

and the like. I didn't cry out once. To do that was to show weakness. And showing weakness to James was like drinking poison then trying to save

yourself. CRACK! The whip came once more, then stopped. I had had my eyes closed, but then I opened them suddenly when I heard the jingle of a

belt being undone and a zipper of a men's jeans. Oh my god. No! I thought to myself. He wouldn't. My father stood there, his pants unzipped, a

noticable rod sticking out of the opening. I felt sick. He then seductively crawled over me, slowly pulling down my pants in the process, leaving me cold

and shivering in the early morning air in only my boxers. James licked his lips, studying me, but then suddenly jerked his head up. "Of course." He

purred. "We need one more thing, for your...punishment." He got up reluctantly and grabbed my silver duct tape that was lying next to my concealer.

Tearing off a couple of strips, he put one over my eyes and one over my mouth. "There we go." I heard him say. I was terrified. I couldn't see anything.

He had never gone this far before. I felt his cold slimy hands reach up and stroke the waistband of my boxers, and then started to forcefully tug them

down. Oh God please no! I practically screamed inside my head. SOMEBODY HELP ME!

Afterwards, James got up from laying across me, panting heavily. I layed still, still feeling the disgusting feeling of him inside me. "Whenever you cross

me like you did last night," he panted. "You will get this punishment. Is that clear?" I was silent. "I SAID, WAS THAT CLEAR?" He slapped the side of my

head hard. I nodded, grimacing in the process. I could hear him chuckle. Then he threw an object that impaled me in the side. I held back a groan. A

pocketknife. "Get yourself ready for school." He slammed the door hard. I lay there for a moment or two, then somehow used the pocketknife to free

myself. I sat up, rubbing my sore wrists and ankles, but then doubled over in agony from the searing pain that was affecting my ball area. Nice. And it

was only 6:10. I let it pass, and then got dressed. I very quietly opened my window, and dropped down to the ground about 3 feet below me. Still hurt.

Ow. I slowly got up, trying not to injure myself anymore, when I saw my bus come hurtling down the street. Running as fast as I could with my injuries,

I finally caught up to it. The driver looked at my outfit in scorn and then jerked his head behind him. Yes! An empty seat! I quickly sat down and plugged

in my earbuds, blasting out Dead by April. "More Than Yesterdaaay. I am missing you. More Than Yesterdaaaaaaay. Yesterdaaayyy. More Than Yesterday." I

leaned my head against the window, hoping to catch a wink of sleep before going to hell numbero 2. School.

A/N: If this is short I'm sorry! haha you didn't expect that did you? :) I have an injured finger, so it is extremely hard for me to type. Sorry about

that...Please review! Oh, and I edited the cover photo for this, (i put on the blood and text and added some colors) let me know what you think of it! (:

UNC -Isa Fe