A/N: I'm Back. Okay this chapter was really hard to write. It is very dark and mentions rape. If this bothers you DO NOT READ IT. I changed the rating for a reason. Also, this chapter and the next will be in Caleigh POV. Review, follow, and Happy Reading.

Ch.8

Caleigh's POV

I wake with a start when I hear someone hit the garbage cans in the driveway. No, he's home. I hear the motor die and the car door slam. Please let it be someone else. I hear him cussing at the trash cans for hitting his car. I knew it was an impossible wish. I hear the front door open with a bang and close with such force, it knocks pictures off the wall. I hear the glass table by the front door being smashed, as he throws it across the room in anger. Something I'll have to clean up tomorrow. I hear him climb up the stair and walk down the hall before stopping in front of my door. My bedroom door creaks open and I can already smell the alcohol on him. I stay still, maybe he will leave. It doesn't work, it never works. I hear him walk across the wooden floor in my room, stopping by my bed. I feel my bed shift under his weight. I hear the fabric of his shirt rustle as he moves his arm. He grabs my face roughly. The pressure of his grip bruising my jaw.

"I know you're awake, Bitch. You might as well open your eyes." He slurs out. I do as he says. If I don't it will be worse. He leans down and I try not to gag, when I smell his breath. His grip still tight on my face. He gives me a smile that sends a shiver down my spine. The look is pure evil. One I have seen to many times before. I know this look, the first time I saw it was the night of my thirteenth birthday. So much pain, so much blood. That night he took something I can never get back.

"Did daddy's little girl miss me?" He asks. I try nodding my head, yes, but his grip on my face is too tight. The next thing I feel is him hitting me. My cheek stings and I can feel it throbbing. He grabs my chin and pulls me up. I whimper as he does.

"I said, did daddy's little girl miss me?" He hisses. I stumble out a clumsy yes and try nodding my head again, for good measure. A single tear falling down my face. He gives a throaty chuckle. He knows he won. The feeling bringing bile to my throat.

"Good." he says standing. "But you were a bad girl for not waiting up for me, when you knew I wanted to continue where we left off last night." he says ripping my covers off of me and on to the floor. I try to beg, to plead, to appeal to his heart, but I just get hit again. He tells me to shut up as he hits me yet again. I do, if I don't it will be worse. He tears my shirt off. I try to struggle as he rips off my shorts, but it never works. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pant down, before...

"Caleigh! Caleigh! Wake up." I hear someone say to me. They are shaking me. NO, it's him. No, please God make it stop. I try to fight. I can't do it again. It's too much. I'm too sore. I'm too tired.

"Caleigh, it's okay it's just a bad dream." the voice screams, pulling me up and shaking me some more. "Caleigh open your eyes it's okay. You're safe." I do as the voice says. I always do as I'm told. I open my eyes and see Jade. It's a dream, it's all a dream. I start crying. They can never stop me from crying.

"Caleigh, it's okay. I'm here." Jade says hugging me to her chest. She's real. It's not a dream. She's here with me, hugging me. I cry even harder, hugging her back as if she might disappear.

"It's okay. It was just a nightmare." Jade coos, rocking me in her arms. Her embrace warm and safe.

A nightmare she calls it, reality to me. My so-called nightmare happens almost every day. My only relief is when he leaves for weeks at a time. Giving my body a chance to heal, till he comes back and it starts again. This has been my life since I've turned ten. The beating, the hitting, the cussing. The raping, it came later but it came. Jade and Tori will never know what happens behind closed doors. They will never know the emptiness, the loneliness, the torture to live one more day, the wish-fulness of death. And I will never tell them. They can never know. They knows too much as it is. I won't let them get hurt. Them or anyone of my friends. Not because of me, not because they tried to help, and not because they became my friends. He has already hurt enough people. I won't let him hurt the people I've come to know, to trust, to love. Not while there is a breath still in my body. Not when I can prevent it. And I will... Just not now.

"JADE." Tori yells, running into the room, to find me still crying in Jade's arms. "Is she okay?" she asks standing by the door.

"She will be. She just had a nightmare." Jade answers. She never lets me go as she answers Tori's question.

I almost wish I could die with her holding me. Tori walks over to the bed and sits next to me on the side Jade's not. She then wraps her arms around me from behind, resting her head on my back. We sit like this for what feels like an eternity of bliss for me. Two of the people I care about most in this world, holding me as I cry. Not asking me what the dream was about or why I acted so strange today. They just comfort me. I wonder how I have ever managed to cope without them? I guess I never really did cope, I buried it down deep, until now, in this moment, with my two best friends, it decided to all spill out.