Okay okay so I am finally updating! Just a quick warning- there are mentions of all different kinds of abuse in this chapter and mentions of drugs and taking drugs, so if that will affect you please don't read. Also swearing. THIS CHAPTER IS DEFINETLY NOT MEANT FOR YOUNGER VIEWERS. RATED M JUST INCASE.

"Okay so" Skulduggery started, everyone groaned. "Me, Ghastly and Anton will go on bus 1 together. Saracen, Dexter and Larrikin will go on bus 2 together. Hopeless, Jesse and Andrew will go on bus 3 and Valkyrie, Tanith and Madeleine will go on bus 4" he grimaced at he last bit. Tanith and Madeleine grinned evilly at eachother, Valkyire braced herself for the journey to come. Little did they know the trouble that was about to commence was far worse than they expected.

Vals POV.

10 minutes, she thought. 10 minutes of walking in this weather and we aren't even half way to the buses, god she wished magic was allowed right now, Livvie couldve shadow walked them there in a heart beat. Speaking, well thinking, of Livvie she didn't look to good. Her tanned skin had gone unusually pale, scars from her childhood trauma stood out against it and small beads of sweat were forming on her sullen face.

"are you okay?" I asked her grabbing her thin wrist. "I...ehh...umm...yeah I'm fine" she stutter-mumbled. "Are you sure bout that Liv?" Tanith asked, growing concerned "I could call Larrkin or Dexter if you want, maybe Dexter so your knight in shining armour can carry you to your bus" Livvie grinned a little at that. "As tempting as that offer is, I'm fine" she jumped around in a few small circles "see I'm fi..." She was cut off when she fell to the ground. Unconscious.

People rushed over from every direction, some taking pictures (rude much), some trying to contact the school and some hyperventilating. Livvie lay there, unmoving and pale.

Madeleine's (Livvies) POV.

we had been walking for 10 minutes, rain was pouring down and soaking us to the core. I shivered a bit, my head feeling light and dizzy. "Are you okay?" Val asked grabbing my pale wrist that had scars from my childhood all over it. "I...ehh...umm...yeah I'm fine" I answered half stuttering, half mumbling. "Are you sure about that Liv?" Tanith asked. I could tell she was concerned "I could call Larrikin or Dexter if you want, maybe Dexter so your knight in shining armour can carry you to your bus" I had to grin at that. "As tempting as that offer is, I'm fine" and to prove it I jumped around I'm a few small circles "see I, fi..." Everything went fuzzy, I was falling, then black.

I was in my kitchen, sitting on the table in my white shirt and black skirt. My short brown hair in two pigtails. I was two years old and my father was 42. He was cutting up tomatoes for my lunch and he walked past me, my mother had died giving birth to my little brother Marcus the week earlier he sadly did not make it either, and he turned to me. I saw a flash of anger in his eyes which quickly turned back to sadness, suddenly he slapped me across the face, leaving a red mark on my pale skin. Tears fell down my face. Anger. There agin flashing through his eyes, he grabbed my arm and made a long, deep cut in it from the elbow to wrist. I cried out in pain. He spat at me "it's your fault your mother and Marcus are dead" he sneered "all your fault" he spat at me again and slammed the front door shut, going to the pub to drink away his sorrows.

That night he came back from the pub, angrier than before. I was lying in my bed in my nightshirt with a towel wrapped tightly around my arm. I felt sick and scared. If my own father could do that to me when not drinking what could he do after drinking, I may have been 2 but I knew things weren't going to end to well. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE WHORE?" My father roared "GET YOUR SLUTTY SELF DOWN HERE" I slipped put off bed and made my way down stairs as fast as I could. "Yes, Daddy?" I asked shyly. He turned round with fire in his eyes and slapped me again "YOU LITTLE BITCH" he shouted "ITS YOUR FAULT THEY ARE DEAD, YOU DESERVE THIS YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SLUT" I stood up crying a little "y..y..yes daddy" I answered as he hit me again, my heart broken.

it lapsed into when I was four, for two years my dad had been hitting and starving me. But things got worse. I was in the bathtub on a late winters night, cleaning myself from working on the farm all day. Big, ugly bruises littered my pure white skin and my bones stuck out clearly. "Princess?" My daddy said from outside the living room door. "Are you nearly finished?" he asked "nearly daddy" I mumbled climbing out of the tub. He laughed, that weird he never laughs unless he's been... Oh no he's been drinking. I wrapped my towel tightly around myself and made my slowly to the living room door, I edged it open and peeked out "daddy?" I whispered. He roared and grabbed me, throwing my on the worktop he threw open my towel and started punching me, I screamed for him to stop but he punched harder. He picked me up and turned me over, slamming me onto the surface then smacking my bare backside over and over again. I could hardly breath, the pain was overwhelming then he took off his belt. "This is for killing your mother and brother, whore" he swung the belt and brung the buckle down onto me. I screamed louder, he continued the abuse enjoying my screams. After what seems like an eternity he stopped and bring out a knife. Turning me onto my back he towered over me and kissed my lips slightly them smirked. Standing inbetween my legs he took the knife and started lightly pushing it into my stomach, just above the belly button, I gasped. He leaned forward and pushed it in a bit harder, more and more he leaned forward the blade of the knife going deeper and deeper into my stomach. Until his nose touched my nose the knife was almost fully into me by know and I was struggling to breath. "Well done princess" he whispered kissing me again, giving the knife a final push , I blanked out with him laughing into the kiss which I was not returning.

6 years, 6 long years of my father, hitting, starving, smacking, kicking, stabbing, cutting me. It was my 8th birthday, my arms and abdominal littered with scars. For the past few months my dad had stopped his abuse to me. I was just under average weight now, all my bruises had disappeared and my scars were fading, little did I know what he had in store for me. I was eating some bread and butter with a small glass of water Infront of me. The bread and water were my normal meals but the butter was a privelage as it was my birthday. My dad came in singing happy birthday and I smiled, maybe we could be a happy family again after all. How naive I was. He lay beside me in my bed that night tracing patterns along my stomach, it was the middle of July so I only wore my underwear to bed. I slowly started drifting off to sleep when my dad climbed on top of me. I mumbled something sleepily. "This is because daddy loved " he whispered and forced himself into me, I was no longer a virgin.

9 years, my 11th birthday and I was scared about what treatment he would give me this time. Since I was 2 all I could remember was physical, verbal, emotional and sexual abuse. I was ruined, maybe this treat will end my suffering I thought happily. Later that night he came stumbling in from another day at the pub. "Hey, you slut" he slurred pointing to me "come her for daddy, he has a surprise" he sat on a seat and patted his knees. I made my way forward and sat on his knees, he pulled me back so I could feel his growing bulge against my back. He took a white sachet of something out off his pocket and laid it on a straigt line on the table. He then pushed my head down and talked me through how to snort heroin. After that he raped me again, with the effect of the drug went along with it. After that he beat me.

i woke up screaming, I opened my eyes and sa upright, I was in the school hospital, Larrikin sitting beside my bed holding my hand, he looked tired and started to cry. I didn't care about the various wires in me I need my brother and with that I launched myself at him and vowed to never let go.

hi again, I hope you like the chapter, well not like it but like it at the same time. Please review as it would mean a lot to me, sorry about the rushed ending. I'm really tired anyway

love you all- madman2.60