Nellie: Hi, guys. Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope you're wearing green, or you'll get pinch.

Jake: Do my green eyes count?

Nellie: I... don't think so.

Peter: Well, I'm wearing green.

Nellie: You always wear green. Anyway, enjoy! Warning: This chapter contains violence and blood... lots of blood.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jake and the Never Land Pirates. They belong to Disney Junior.

Chapter 5: Attacked and Treated

"Izzy!"

I jumped up at the sound of that voice calling my name. I opened my eyes to see that I was in our room.

It was all a dream. I thought. Thank goodness. I just suffered from another terrifying dream of Jake beating the heck out of me.

I looked over to see Jake, Cubby, and Skully standing over me, looking concern. Well… Cubby and Skully did, Jake just gave me a smirk. "W-W-What happened?" I asked, pretending not to know about the dream.

"You were having a nightmare." Cubby answered.

"And it seemed like a very crazy one too." Skully added.

"What was it about, Izzy?" Jake asked rather sinisterly, which scared me.

"I… uh… I don't really want to talk about it." I quickly answered.

"Oh, Izzy. It's okay. You can tell us anything." Jake urged, his smirk becoming a full evil smile. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" I said again. "It's not important."

"Okay, Izzy. You don't have to talk about it." Cubby said, patting me on the shoulder. "Yeah, it's okay with us." Skully added. Jake scowled at me, without Cubby or Skully noticing. The both of them left the room, and as I got on my day clothes I saw that Jake was still in the room, still scowling at me. "It may be okay with them, but it is not okay with me. What was your dream about?! Tell me!" Jake grabbed me, and shook me a bit.

I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let go. "I really don't want to talk about it, Jake. I really don't." I tried to reason with him, but his scowl became deeper. "You need to tell me, Izzy! I don't care if you want to talk about it or not, tell me." Jake said, now sneering.

"Jake, I really don't think my dream is really important right now. And when I say I don't want to talk about it, I mean it!" I shot back at him, hoping he would get my point, because I was getting a bit frustrated that he wouldn't drop it. "Now, get off of me!"

That's when Jake had it.

I regretted ordering him to let go of me, because when I did, he struck me on my cheek so hard, I felt blood running from my nose. I fell back and tried to rub my throbbing cheek, but drew my hand back when I touch it, because it hurt so badly. I then heard Jake yell at me.

"DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! I AM YOUR LEADER, SO YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO LISTEN TO ME! YOU ARE MY LOVE, AND I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO TO YOU, BUT YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAM! NOW!"

Now I was really scared. Jake never yelled at me like that before… heck he never really yelled at me at all.

"WELL?!" Jake asked in rage.

"Um… It… oh…" I didn't know how to explain this, because I didn't know how Jake would react to the fact that my dream was about him… abusing me.

"Speechless, aren't you?" Jake asked tauntingly, a smirk creeping among his face. "Well, maybe a good punishment will get you to talk. A very good… and very hard beating."

I panicked. I didn't want to be hurt again. Jake walked over to a drawer, and pulled out… my brush. Oh no. I tried to run away, but Jake grabbed me and threw the brush into my stomach. I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach. I turn over to protect my stomach, but then he smacked the brush against my back. Jake proceeded to smack the brush against my body over and over. I screamed out in pain every time I was hit. Bruises were forming along my skin, and blood was flowing from the cuts and scratches that were made from the bristles of the bush.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jake stopped beating me, giving me one last brutal smack to the face. I heard a crunch… my nose was broken. I started sobbing loudly, I was in so much pain, I could barely move. There was blood splattered on the floor, and all over me. I looked up to see Jake holding my now bloody brush.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened, or I will hurt you even worse." He warned, glaring at me. I was even more scared now. I really wanted the old Jake back.

"I'll be back." Jake said, starting out of our room. "And when I do... I expect an answer from you…" he sneered at me, and closed the entrance to our room, locking it in the process. I just lied there… on the floor… a bruised and bloody mess. My hair was messed up, drenched in blood, my arms had blood still running, my clothes were stained in blood, and I felt more blood in my mouth.

I felt completely helpless.

I look over at my small mirror on the floor. I looked terrible. I had a big bruise on my forehead, my bottom lip was busted, both of my cheeks were red and stained with blood, and my nose was covered in blood.

I hiccupped. Blood dripped out of my mouth; it was so disgusting, that I threw up more. This was a true disaster. It was just like in my dream, only this time he beat me even harder than before. It's like my dream was coming true. I laid here for about five minute, knowing that I couldn't hide this from the others now. I was so beat up this time. And I knew that I couldn't refuse to Jake when he asks about my dream again. If I did, goodbye cruel world.

Oh, what am I going to say to the others? I thought miserably. I can't hide it, and I can't tell them that Jake did it. He'll hurt me big time, and possibly kill me. This week has just been getting worse and worse everyday. I need help. I need to talk to someone. Cubby wouldn't understand, Skully... I don't know. Jake is out of the picture. But who else is there that I can talk to...?

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I almost didn't hear someone calling my name.

"Izzy. Izzy? Are you in here?"

I wonder who that could be. It didn't sound like Jake, or Cubby. This voice was a bit deeper. Was it Skully? No, this voice was clearer… it sounds familiar… but I just can't put my finger on it… it's on the tip of my tongue… Peter Pan! That's it!

"Izzy. It's me, Peter Pan! Cubby said you were in here." I heard him say. I wanted to say something to him, but due to the pain I was in, it was hard to say anything.

"Izzy, is everything okay in there? You're not answering me. Izzy?"

He sounded a bit worried. I don't blame him. I too would be worried if someone didn't answer my calls.

Finally, I got the courage to yell out. "P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Peter… h-h-h-h-help m-m-m-m-m-me." It came out more like a hoarse whisper, but thankfully, Peter heard me. "Don't worry Izzy, I'm coming." I heard him say. I smiled a little, as I heard the lock on the entrance rattle, and Peter opening the latch. He flew in, and I heard him gasp at the site of me. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling down beside me.

"Izzy, what happened?"

Oh. What do I tell him? That Jake beat the heck out of me with my own brush, just because I wouldn't tell him about my dream? As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't, because Jake would literally hurt me again if I did. "I-I-I-I don't remember." I choked out, only for more blood to throw up. "Hang on, Izzy. It's going to be okay, I'm going to get help. Stay right here."

With that, Peter flew out of the room, calling for Cubby and Jake. Oh why did he have to call for Jake too? I was really afraid to see him again, especially after what he did to me. A few minutes later, Peter, Jake, Cubby, and Skully came into the room, looking horrified at my beat up form. I looked at Jake, and he looked very shocked, but I could tell he was pretending, because he was the one who beat me in the first place.

"Aw coconuts!" Cubby said in a worried tone. Oh he looks so worried. I thought.

"What happened to her?" Jake asked. Really? Out of everyone in here, Jake had to ask that, when he knows exactly what happened. I know he's trying to hide it, but did he really have to question his doings?

"I don't know. She said she didn't remember what happened. Cubby, Skully, go get the first aid kit." Peter ordered. "I'll get some water, and Jake, you stay with Izzy."

… Why, Peter? Why did you have to let Jake look after me while you go get some water for me? If it was Cubby or Skully, or Peter himself, I would be okay with it, but why did it have to be Jake instead of one of them? Cubby and Skully left the room to find the first aid kit, and Peter left to get the water… and it was just me and Jake…

Jake's fake shock and worried tone turned into an evil smirk and sinister voice. "I don't believe we finished with our discussion. So what was your dream about? Tell me, or I will hurt you again." He whispered darkly. I knew I couldn't refuse this time, so I took a deep breath and whispered:

"You."

Jake was taken aback, he raised an eyebrow and asked "What?!"

"My dream was about you, Jake. We were having fun… lots of fun…" I was trying to hide the fact that he was also beating me to death in my dream, so he wouldn't get suspicious. But, Jake's smirk became eviler and he said: "Well that's all you had to say, sweetheart. I know you love me as much as I love you." With that, he leaned in and kissed me forcefully. I reluctantly let him kiss me this time, because it felt so good.

"I love you so much, Izzy." Jake whispered softly. "I could just—"

"I've got the water!" I heard Peter call.

"I've got the first aid kit." That was Cubby.

I looked up to see Peter carrying a bowl of water, and Cubby carrying a white box. "Alright, crew. Let's help Izzy onto her bed." Peter ordered. All three boys lifted me up gently, being carefully not to hurt me to much. They set me on my bed gently, and Peter took a white cloth, and soaked it in the bowl of water, and placed the wet cloth on my forehead. I moaned in pain as the cloth made contact, mostly because of the big bruise on my forehead that was now throbbing.

"Shhh. Shhh. It'll be okay, Izzy. We're gonna make you feel better." Peter whispered softy and soothingly, patting the wet cloth around my face.

I was glad I didn't have any deep cuts, then I would have to get stitches. Well, my lip was cut, but it wasn't too deep.

I was whimpering in pain. It hurt so much, I thought I was going to die. Peter continued to shush me soothingly. "Shhh. Just relax, Iz. Don't worry. You're gonna be alright."

He was right. I do need to calm down a bit. So I stopped whimpering and tried to relax...

Nellie: Wow... poor Izzy; Getting beat up that like. And it looks like Peter came into the picture.

Peter: Finally.

Nellie: Anyway, the next chapter should be sometime this week. Also, do you think someone will find out about Izzy's abuse. If so, who do you think will find out. Tell me in a review, please. Thank you.